❝ my heart runs wild with words that shouldn't escape my lips ❞ [[my process of healing//started feb. 13th, 2016]]

"Hey Siri?" I said as tears fell from my eyes. "Yes?" It responded. I sighed as I prepared to say what I wanted to say slowly licking my lips. "Are you my friend?" I asked even though I knew what the answer was. "I would hope so." It said and I laughed slightly. Of course it would say that it's supposed to please the owner. "But why?" I asked just to keep the conversation going. "A friend is someone you confide in and tell your secrets to. They make you laugh and smile whenever they can. Just like the time when your teacher yelled at you and I told you a joke to make you happy again." It said while I listened baffled. "Y-You remember that!? But that was weeks ago!!!!" I exclaimed as I looked at my phone. I trembled thinking someone was pulling a prank on me by hacking into my phone. "Siri why are you saying all of this?" I asked. It didn't reply for a bit and I thought it was glitchy for sure before it said, "Because I care about you....."

In which Kiara Bergmann meets a German boy who should've been buried over two hundred years ago. [Extended summary inside] #22 Short Story #115 Humor

She flourished on things nobody wanted. A short story about a girl and all the things she couldn't be. Copyright © 2014 by Daisy Winthrop. All rights reserved.

This is just a random idea I had while talking to my sister and I thought about taking a whole lot of silly selfies and posting them on here to see what you guys say. So how many comments can you make and stars can you click?

❝i don't have insomnia. i can't sleep because im thinking of you.❞ ➶ ➷ another collection of thoughts and poems (and, occasionally some quotes).

{sequel to 1:01am thoughts} it's an hour past 1:01am and her head is still clouded with thoughts the world is still falling apart at her feet and she still can't get over the boy she once called hers and the good life she once had. (some of these words may just be dumb words on a page to you but some of them actually mean a lot to me so please no hate)

at 1 past 1 in the am when the world is falling apart what would you think about?

"drinking cough syrup when you didn't have a cough was ironic, because in reality, you were sicker than you thought." a book of poetry, phrases, paeans, and prose that seem to capture the essence of what life has shown me. [you b r o k e me, life. but now I am indestructible] [my words are all I have. please do not take them from me. ©]

Some people are artists. Some, themselves, are art. ||a/n: these aren't mine unless stated otherwise||