Bad to the bone Stoned to the bone

A set of letters from the ever hopeful Hope Morris.

Here‘s to the next 365 days. May we live through them all, and may God fill them with happiness, safety and joy.

story #2 in the 'for the flawed' series. tw | abuse every night you held me. making me feel disgusting, because you were the s e c o n d to touch me. © 2014 flawed- (lowercase intended for stylistic purposes.) [Jan 16, 2015:: #2 in short story.]

this pull is more than just gravity.

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 fishes. To someone who believes that Quinn needs to be a size zero to be labeled as 'beautiful.' If she isn't, why in the world will anyone care to love her? She's disgusting. Worthless. An enormous sailboat that makes the world sink. But how long will it take until she sinks herself?

❝ You need to get lost before you get found. ❞ (Lovely Cupids Service present for @xWordsWorthx) © nate k. 2014

❝When you have depression it feels like you're slowly drowning. And you were a great swimmer ameria.❞

❝ He got too curious so she finally reveals what makes it so special. ❞ © nate k. 2014

because my mind rambles too much