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 fishe...
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."