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?

We look up at the same sky and we see the same thing and suddenly, it's not so lonely anymore.

❝ i miss the way your name tastes like forbidden toxins on my lips. ❞ copyright - all rights reserved

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