cosmos
oh, these lonely nights breed such ugly thoughts. → hr : 9PO © 2017 freyyyaa
🍌🍌🍌Think Netflix's SEX EDUCATION, but without the accents, and instead of pictures and sound, I put the words on the screen, and you paint the pictures with your mind.🥒🥒🥒 *** Some guys are showers. Some guys are growers. Then there's Peter. He's got a big secret about a little problem (in his pants). But one day...
Four short stories about my life in no chronological order.
A newly expanded and professionally edited version of the Boy in the Woods is now available for sale as an ebook and paperback! Buy it at Amazon, iBooks, Barnes & Noble, Smashwords, and many other online outlets. Winner of the 2014 Wattys Talk of the Town award. After a devastating accident takes Jess's parents, a c...
"The night is totally black, now, except for the guardian light of the street lamps. No one is out besides me. I fold my arms, missing my army jacket's warmth, and head home quickly. It's dangerous to be out at night. But I don't run. If you run in Rimwick, something chases you." There are two rules in the small town...
the gods are dying, mortality running through their veins. skytaints | all rights reserved ©
we were drowning in madness © all rights reserved to atlas | 2017
tags (since I seem to be getting so many) rants (even though they're like half-assed and I'm just being my petty self) and cats (because I love them so damn much) welcome to my random book of curios, this will literally be a bad art dump with unfinished stories and completed (most definitely not) plots. Enjoy!
we are heroes of darkness wearing armour of gold © all rights reserved to atlas | 2017
it was at that time of ruin, that the stars rose from their graves. skytaints | all rights reserved ©
we were wraiths, haunting our own existence © all rights reserved to atlas | 2017
we are gods slowly fading from mortal memories © all rights reserved to atlas | 2017