"i miss you," said the sun "come home," said the moon. dedicated to the blankets left on my creaky bedroom floor. [top 5; dreaming | 10.31.19 - 11.24.19] ; lowercase is intentional ; -k.c

Dawson is- most people who don't know him would say- as straight as they come. And senior year away from home promises to be a big year for him: no parents in sight, a whole new set of friends, he just seems to have it all. Not to mention that all the pretty girls of the very private Wharton High are dying to get a taste of the new talk of the school. If only he could get Adam Hamilton's eyes out of his head. * "He dislikes him so much he is annoyed by the mere sound of his breathing. He dislikes him so much that he can't bring himself to ignore him; that even the way his stupid glasses perfectly sit on his symmetrical nose exasperates him; and his ridiculously blue eyes that take different shades of blue based on his mood and now Dawson knows that apathy is the ocean whereas rage is a starless night sky. And his jawline looks like it was sculpted by the hands of Michelangelo, but he dislikes him so much he can't look at his face without feeling his cheeks flush in anger. Truth is, Dawson dislikes him because Hamilton did something that no other person- despite their best efforts- ever managed to do. He made him feel weak."

Sunshine. The smell of fragrant fruit and clear water in a lake that seems bottomless. But also, Anxiety. The smell of greasy food, threatening to break the scales underneath your feet and fear. Endless fear and doubt. The year was 1991, and Canzara was trying to be better. HEAVY Trigger warnings for eating disorders. Please be safe and aware while you are reading. (July 2019-

Rumi lives amidst the cluttered pile of his eclectic father's academic papers, the half-forgotten son of an exhausted Cambridge professor. There is nothing of interest in the town- nothing, that is, until their door is opened to one of his father's undergraduates. Across the span of an impromptu road-trip to track down a missing thesis, Rumi discovers that this student of his father's provides a great deal more than interest to his life. This work contains plentiful mature content. take this as a warning or a selling point.

A poetry collection ------------------- My words will just die without having been read My voice will only be swallowed by the cavern of thoughts without leaving an echo My stories will cease to exist. COMPLETED. ©bil garcia/ flightywords

In which feisty and sarcastic Oliver Laurent is madly in love with the kind and good-natured Carson Katsaros.

They deserved better... Jane, Methuselah, Razor, these are some protagonists of Moths, a series of poems and short stories about loneliness, depression and maybe death... Only one way to find out. I DO own the cover (now)

❝And, slowly, I will find my way back to you.❞ - in which I attempt to navigate the perils of a terrible love.

ALTERNATIVE TITLE: "i don't care," reid says, caringly, as he cares deeply.