"Remember what I said last night Ashley, if you don't stop being a bitch I would.." he paused and glanced at me. I turned my head from the window to him, narrowing my eyes slightly. A thick blush engulfed my face when I saw that dark desire in his eyes. "Fuck you." *** Alex and Ashley had a past. A past which was tough to get over for both of them. Besides working together, everything between them was a pure Mess. From arguments to judgements to a normal conversation. But one trip together triggers a change, for the better or for worse?

If grief were a poem, my heart would be the lover.

A series of letters written to the only woman I've ever loved. Nothing dramatic, or exciting just my rawest feelings. Not every letter is a happy moment, some moments are sad and painful

Feast upon a collection of one-shots based on songs, written for and by the muses of Olympus

documenting my obsessions and love affairs with various big divinities, i relate to Icarus on a personal level.

A collection of short Sapphic poems of love and devotion. All rights reserved.