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{fu·nam·bu·list: a tightrope walker/rope-dancer} Scott Hoying had been sitting in row 4, seat number 23, when he had been sure that his heart stopped beating. With his fingernails burrowed into his dark jeans and his lip between his teeth, he could do nothing but stare upwards - 50 feet above him- as the figure pranced along the high wire. The performer's body swayed to the melody around him, a stunning smile lighting up his entire face as he moved; his arms were thrown out to the sides, toes pointed, as he jumped along the tightrope. The massive tent expelled a blinding white light in the performer's direction, casting an ethereal glow upon his black-clad figure. On cue, the performer then quickly leaped forward, smile still intact, executing three of the most perfect front flips Scott had ever seen in his life. He thought the boy looked miraculous up there, and that was definitely an understatement. Though he was around same age as Scott himself, his way of performing showed experience and talent far beyond his years; the performer quite literally personified the music. It's sure that Scott was definitely the last person to be able to judge circus performers, as it wasn't exactly his area of expertise, but he knew passion when he saw it. Scott was certain that if he even attempted something of that calibre, he would probably start crying, if he didn't break his nose first.

A terrifying night in a haunted hotel that completly changed mitch and scott's lives forever.

the loving, the hating, the searching, the healing. [ inspired by rupi kaur's milk and honey ]

A collection of poems written by my shitty self. used to be reborn Poems are arranged from old to new. Thank you for the reads and votes! 28/9/15

PREVIOUSLY STOP WRITING POEMS IN YOUR HEAD An anthology of poems, most of which were written when I should have been sleeping I don't agree that calling me a survivor accurately speaks for how much of me died that day -untitled *possible trigger warning*

"It was a mistake, Scott! Get that through your head!" Mitch Grassi, a blossoming art student at a college far from home, has trouble studying one night as the dorm a few doors down hosts a wild, loud, and distracting party. He finds himself going to shut it down, but ends up doing much more. After an accidental hookup, he tries to go on with his life, but he can't shake the man that can't seem to shake him. He has put up expert walls to avoid situations like these, but that man still wants to break them down, no matter how many times Mitch tells him that was happened was a mistake.

Part two of Torn. Still crappy poems from a shitty poet.

poetry for him. (please don't take poems without asking)

just a cute lil book to warm your cute lil heart. basically a book with a bunch of tips for happiness, sleep, stress relief, and all other things that go into making you happyyyyy. (Also a few happy stories to warm your little hearts.) Thank you sm to everyone who reads or comments on my book. Ily all so freaking much!