you are a tidal wave and she is constantly out of reach.

one man writes letters to a woman who doesn't even reads them, why? because he never sends them __ i need a covermaker, please

head-banging and face-palming and poetry.

[a story] in which an ailing girl checks off everything on her bucket list with a little help from her weirdly attractive neighbor. [spiritual #8 // short story #41] WARNING: this shit is cheesy as hell i wanna gouge my eyes out

the scrape of a prism on us; you're the paintbrush and i am your canvas and together we draw so many convoluted lines on our lives.