Six Years | ✓
She met him when she was eighteen. She lost him six years later. And this is the story of how.
She met him when she was eighteen. She lost him six years later. And this is the story of how.
When Lota fell for him it was like falling off a cliff: drowning was inevitable. Poetry #45 [13.10.14] Romance #453 [14.10.14]
[lowercase intended; novel written in verse] i watched her life drain from her eyes that day, and in that moment, i knew nothing was okay. Copyright © mavericks_ Best Achievements To Date: • Poetry #150 [2.1.2014] • Short Story #165 [1.31.2014]
"i've got a gun for a mouth and a bullet with your name on it." this is the story of how they fell apart. [other #758 // short story #520]
stories left behind by burnt out souls. [trigger warning: suicide. viewer discretion advised.]
❝it was always you and me; always us against the world. but i only realised that four days after.❞ a story about learning to forgive.
"they told us that we needed therapy, as if medication and tainted words could fix broken toys."
when you have too many thorns, all you can do is paint them in red, because, maybe then, they will look like petals [sequel to shades of blue]
"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."
Quinn scribbles tainted emotions across thin layers of white paper. But to who? To someone who blinks once, sees her, and blinks again-just to make her disappear. To someone who sees her as a symbol of the ocean. To someone who thinks the ocean is disgusting and hideous, filled with trash and pathetic wandering fishe...
dear stray eyelashes, ladybugs, dark tunnels, wishbones, dandelions, pennies, shooting stars, 11:11, and birthday candles, when will you do your job?