mon amour ne vaut rien pour toi.

For the young men who prowled the jungle.

anecdotes and shenanigans and punctuation.

If I could travel to any land, it would be the place between the mountains and the sea, where everything feels like a hell for the sole reason that I'd only ever experience it for the first time once. But that feeling would be worth it. I know it. © Copyrighted, All Rights Reserved. Jake Sullivan, 2015.

• where I dump some poetic words •

Of unspoken verses and leftover thoughts. { -- In which Lio tries to write a lot of precious things. }

❝we are all searching for someone whose demons will play well with ours.❞ quiet rituals and even quieter conversations; a collectanea. (© promethean 2013; cover by promethean)

i would like to

The story of a man as his family disintegrates.

nixon and monroe are two fluorescent adolescents who participate in activities that ruin their lives under a hot boston sun.