"7:15, that's our time."

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

"She is that one extra school book you always buy but never use. She is that song you always skip on your favourite bands CD, there's always one. She is the clouds in the sky, so common they are dismissed. She is the dead flies on a logger trucks windshield. She is that one t shirt you brought that you wore once and now sleeps at the bottom of your wardrobe. She is untitled"

❝ i miss the way your name tastes like forbidden toxins on my lips. ❞ copyright - all rights reserved