do you ever wonder what it would feel like to sink deep in the ocean and fade into trillions of stars ( miscellaneous poetry and prose ) © xnycophiliax [ two-thousand-&-fourteen ] lower case intended ( disclaimer ; i do not own the cover art - credit to whoever drew it )

Quinn scribbles tainted emotions across thin layers of white paper. But to who? To someone who blinks once, sees her, and blinks again-just to make her disappear. To someone who sees her as a symbol of the ocean. To someone who thinks the ocean is disgusting and hideous, filled with trash and pathetic wandering fishes. To someone who believes that Quinn needs to be a size zero to be labeled as 'beautiful.' If she isn't, why in the world will anyone care to love her? She's disgusting. Worthless. An enormous sailboat that makes the world sink. But how long will it take until she sinks herself?

"You're nothing but a con man." "I prefer con artist, sweetheart." ➳ Winner of Season 3 1D Watty Awards for Best Smut

i see stars when i think of you.

"they told us that we needed therapy, as if medication and tainted words could fix broken toys."