Sometimes all you really need is a place to call home. * * * Being re-written completely as of May 14, 2021

❝oh, to go to london and fall in love with an english boy.❞ [the name amelia + red hair] x certain cities + [english names / romance] = 31 days of amelia written in participation of the [im]perfection dare, by beyoutiful1D may twenty sixth; short story number seven (that's on the bottom of the first page); romance number seventy three (asdf). may twenty eighth; appeared on the what's hot page. (© promethean 2013; cover by promethean)

❝I have never been myself as much as I have with you and all these words.❞ A beginner's attempt at poetry, exploring a few different forms and voices while trying to convey loss and beauty. Organized alphabetically, so feel free to read in whatever order you like. Sept. 2013-June 2014 "eye of twilight" from Jan. 2016

what's an adventure without a little bad blood?

There in those city lights, there was no her and there was no him. There was just everything and nothing and the spaces in between, like flickering lights against a never-ending, black sky. There in those city lights, there was no love and there was no hate. There was just listening and talking and understanding every single thing, like the 'ready, stop, go' of car-chasers and dream-makers. There in those city lights, there was no sadness and there was no happiness. There was just candid smiles and wasted tears and bottom lips chewed off, like the overflowing boulevard of things unseen. There in those city lights, there was no lady and there was no man. There was just a boy and a girl, who promised to fall in love, not with each other, but in those city lights. [a blind collaboration by @hepburnettes & @cityscape]