she found that she only needed protection from things that she found hidden within the shadows of the early morning- the shadows that cried and caused her to as well.

"they told us that we needed therapy, as if medication and tainted words could fix broken toys."

dear stray eyelashes, ladybugs, dark tunnels, wishbones, dandelions, pennies, shooting stars, 11:11, and birthday candles, when will you do your job?

a collection of thoughts that always abruptly en

"I think you should -" "Correction: I am in my own body, with my own mind; you do not and cannot tell me what to do."

when you have too many thorns, all you can do is paint them in red, because, maybe then, they will look like petals [sequel to shades of blue]

a collection of aesthetically pleasing poems, written by a not-so-talented girl. #118 in poetry 2.19.16 #73 in poetry 5.22.16

Charlie doesn't speak, so he paints.