where two strangers exchange letters in hopes to discover one another. but who knew that simple letters could turn into something more.

What is it like to be Found? Is it a sense of self? Is it finding someone like you? Is it both?

“swings are used by one only, but it needs the occasional person behind it to give a push.” © annette yes, lowercase intended and all that jazz. {please note that this is entirely fetus me}

they met at therapy; therapy for sex addicts. (cover by elle)

Their story isn't a romcom. {highest ranking: #2 fanfiction} © 2016 by dimplefeels