opposites • k.t.h
he smokes and she doesnt.
We look up at the same sky and we see the same thing and suddenly, it's not so lonely anymore.
❝and your words were shards of glittering glass, lodged deeply in my heart❞ a collection of poems and short stories. © 2014 by overcast
[ONGOING] Callie Silverstone – the sweet something, that wore pieces of material instead of headbands – had worked in the grungy odds and sods shop that sold vintage Marilyn Monroe posters, vinyl records, run-down guitars and a bit of everything else, for a total of seven months. Zayn Malik had entered the store on an...
as i lie on my soft, beautiful bed i slowly feel like i am drowning in memories the memories i've so much attempted to completely forget have remained in the back of my mind they taunt me in my last, my final hour of life
OLIVER So, what's yours about? EFFY noisily slurps her blueberry slushie. EFFY People. OLIVER (confused) Just... people? EFFY nods as she gets up to throw out her empty cup. She returns and begins on the plate of garlic fries. OLIVER scrunches his eyebrows in confusion. OLIVER Ok? So, what is it called? EFFY Forty two...
it was in the darkest hours of the day that i felt most comfortable in. a collection of words: [ © victoria g. two thousand and fourteen ] |cover created by -therapy|
Compilation of dark poems. - Trigger Warning. Highest Rankings: Poetry #24 Short Story #44 (7·07·14)
"there may be a great fire in our hearts, yet no one ever comes to warm himself at it, and the passers-by see only a wisp of smoke." - vincent van gogh. my entry for _theskyisthelimit_ 's 100 poems challenge. (c) mockingjayde 2013
"The measure of intelligence is the ability to change." #14 - kimnamjoon [04/08/18] © CONTAJOON 2017; all rights reserved.