And when she stood, she stood tall. She'll make a fool of you all. -u.k. (Non-Fiction: #28 Poetry: #74)

Charlie doesn't speak, so he paints.

One word for every month we've been together. Terri, I love you, but it's time to say goodbye. (Cover by @gnarly-)

Xavier doesn't speak; he writes.

My body is a dead language and you pronounce each word perfectly. -u.k. (Non-Fiction: #31 Poetry: #90)

a collection of thoughts that always abruptly en

"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."

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

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

you said it would sting. //train tracks with miles// © 2015 flawed-