Cigarettes, lilac skies and poetry at 3am: sixteen-year-old Pietro ''Pit'' Rossi knows the adrenaline of feeling empty and infinite at the same time. With the reputation of a goofy idiot who doesn't care about anything at all, getting held back at school doesn't seem like a problem. But it is. Because Pit cares about everything, and he always cares too much. [[word count: 70,000-80,000 words]]

“i give a fuck. i give a lot of fucks, actually. i'm a prostitute of feelings.”

Felix Welter is a superhero. In the safest, most normal town in America. Did someone say 'be yourself'?

/I don't remember orange becoming such a melancholic color./ This is where I'll be keeping my poetry.