"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 ta...
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 disord...
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 do...
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.
