Quinn scribbles tainted emotions across thin layers of white paper. But to who? To someone who blinks once, sees her, and blinks again-just to make her disappear. To someone who sees her as a symbol of the ocean. To someone who thinks the ocean is disgusting and hideous, filled with trash and pathetic wandering fishe...
❝the stars are bright, but i must say your smile is better, any day.❞ [© afterwords 2014, all rights reserved] poetry #301
“i give a fuck. i give a lot of fucks, actually. i'm a prostitute of feelings.”
You are the reason I have ink stains on my fingertips. art by yuschav arly
//Don't kiss me if you're afraid of thunder, my life is a storm// her name was elena and he had none they both had a strange passion for rain and whatever their souls were made of, they were the same. [currently on hold due to exams, however thanks so much for taking the time to read it! I love you all & I'll...
