11:11

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

shades of red

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]

Contrast

A collection of tragedies of sorts, of demons or angels (whatever you'd fancy to call them) that lurk and/or gleam in my mind. Written when the moon's dreary and the sun's near awakening. Obnoxiously metaphoric, subtly inspirational. © Jake Sullivan, 2014

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a collection of thoughts that always abruptly en

The Lovely Suicide Children

They say every dead person has a home. Olivia found her home with The Lovely Suicide Children. At first, it was everything she could ever imagine. However, the first impressions are usually wrong. (Trigger warnings)

Amour, French pieces

à la surface de la vie sur la vitre glacée la buée de ta bouche fait fondre les gouttes de soleil tu doutes émerveillée et il te prend la main et il te fait entrer

human

thursday

shades of blue

Charlie doesn't speak, so he paints.

zero

Quinn scribbles tainted emotions across thin layers of white paper. But to who? To someone who blinks once, sees her, and blinks again-just to make her disappear. To someone who sees her as a symbol of the ocean. To someone who thinks the ocean is disgusting and hideous, filled with trash and pathetic wandering fishe...