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quiet isn't always violent. #1 in poetry 11/2

"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."

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

an abundance of space metaphors and you. #1 in poetry 6/7/16

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

stereotypes/dumb fanfic moments (READ FIRST CHAPTER) highest rank: #31 in random

what a strange feeling

Hudson Ellis is good at his job. Somehow, he manages not to annoy people when he knocks at their doors and asks them to contribute to the charity he works for - instead, he gets them to sign up for sponsoring programmes and fish whatever spare change they have out of their pockets. Even the infamously tough residents of New York City are falling victim to Hudson's easy-going ways and wide smile; that is, until one woman renders him speechless with sarcastic refusals and slams her door in his face. Perhaps Hudson would be able to forget her - if it wasn't for the fact that she lives on the same floor of the next apartment over, and they both have floor-to-ceiling windows that allow for a rather generous view into each other's flats.

"human beings are works in progress who mistakenly think they're finished" © taekth 2016