anecdotes and shenanigans and punctuation.

head-banging and face-palming and poetry.

"i think that someone hollowed out the stars and poured all of their magic into you."

I want to be free. I want to be a wildflower. {Poetry / Short Story}

❝ the s t a r s fill the sky, and their light shines down. but all i see is y o u. ❞ letters, from someone hopelessly in love to someone blissfully unaware of the world reached #97 short story and #455 romance

a cluster of thoughts, hidden below the very folds of my subconscious

It's the little things that make life big.

Charlie doesn't speak, so he paints.