lowercase story.

a letter, i didn't know any better

Nothing more than a little spilt ink. Warning: This is another place where my poems are going to go, including the dark ones. *super duper triggering* Copyright © 2014 (and beyond) All Rights Reserved

"whatever you do do not breathe in."

two men on a path heading for nowhere.

Love: our most fatal flaw.

Update: This story has been discontinued. - I am terribly sorry. Your mother lied to you. She told you that you were unique, and that as a teenager you have a whole bunch of options you can choose from to determine who you want to be. She must have been high. Look, I'm going to tell you this honestly. Somewhere out there in this floating sphere of green and blue, there's a person who acts just like you. It's the combinations of different personalities - which eventually lead up to an actual human being - that makes us all unique. But it can't hurt to find out where your personality stems from, right? Wanna know who you are? I'll help you out. There are 36 students in my classroom. Which one are you?

Charlie doesn't speak, so he paints.