Once upon a time, Day fell in love with the Night, and everything became chaos. ::::::: Highest Rank Short Story : #68

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 wanted to know his name, his face, his voice--everything I knew about him was through the words written down on that little black book. But I wanted to know more; I wanted to know him. ~thank you so much for reading, voting, and commenting. the support you guys give me means the world to me-- just thank you <3 | All Rights Reserved by Kaiburr | Copyright 2015 |

Charlie doesn't speak, so he paints.

a cluster of thoughts, hidden below the very folds of my subconscious

"We choose our sorrows and our joys long before we experience them." © 2015 by NoiseOfSilence. All rights reserved.

this pull is more than just gravity.

we are all just misfit human beings infatuated with the idea of perfection.

gus; [noun] 1. the only boy who likes the stars © ALL RIGHTS RESERVED. 2014. N. A.

she has a perfect life, but perfect is boring.