❝In which a celebrity dials a random number in hope of finding one last thing to make him smile before he commits suicide at the end of the month.❞ "I'm going to commit suicide in one months time." "I think you have the wrong number." "It can't be the wrong number Princess. I picked a random number from the catalog." "Why on earth would you do that?" "Because you, sweetheart, are now my own personal suicide helpline. Your job is to make the last month of my life worth living." ______________________

❝her mind was a sea and the waves are angry.❞

absurd poetry written by a cactus.

stories left behind by burnt out souls. [trigger warning: suicide. viewer discretion advised.]

a collection of thoughts that always abruptly en

what a strange feeling

You are the reason I have ink stains on my fingertips. art by yuschav arly

Let me be vital. / I want to burn myself out. #39 Poetry - 11/6/16.

Six words: that's all it takes.

unspoken stories in only six words. /// 11.11.15 #2 in Short Story ///