Tuesday is somewhere between completely dead and completely alive. Still kicking the bucket. One foot in the grave. Pushing infinite daisies. When you die, you come back at the rate people remember you. So when Tuesday happens to have an incredibly embarrassing death, she happens to get remembered a lot more than she cares to be. You can flit through each mention of your name, wallowing in what people remember about you, or you can break the tie and wait out your sentence, wait until no one has anything left to remember about you. On a mission to end her life officially, Tuesday finds herself meeting someone else who's haunted by their past, except their death is far from embarrassing. Cover by williamsherlock- <3 #SPA2017

a c h i l l e s ~ //collection of poetry//

why does everything that make us feel even remotely alive kill us? //collection of poetry//

poems written during lockdown '20 - '21 //featured by Wattpad Poetry// //featured by Stories Undiscovered// ~~ cover by @pixie-smear

❝ MEN ARE SUPPOSED TO BE FROM MARS AND WOMEN ARE SUPPOSED TO BE FROM VENUS, BUT I THINK THAT I AM FROM SATURN. ❞ © inexplicits [2017]