flawless

we are all just misfit human beings infatuated with the idea of perfection.

set free

a cluster of thoughts, hidden below the very folds of my subconscious

canvas | ʜᴏᴡ ᴛᴏ: ʟᴏᴠᴇ ᴄᴏʀʀᴇᴄᴛʟʏ

❝his anger is the paint. my body is an empty canvas. he decides to color me in.❞ [book one completed]

Spilled Ink

A piece of soul in ink, and unto the paper it spilled. A collection of thoughts that rhyme from a wandering mind.

How About No

A collection of rants & random thoughts. (Please, please, do have in mind that this was written ages ago. I was ignorant and immature, but have grown up and since then, changed my thoughts and opinions. Do not leave rude comments. Thank you. Have a nice day!) Highest rankings; #14 in random #2 in non-fiction

shades of blue

Charlie doesn't speak, so he paints.