passion
❝but he needed her. like the crackling stars demanded their wretched sky.❞
win a fist fight with the sky and she'll tell you all her secrets
Léo va, chaque jour, à la pelouse de la gare. Il s'agit d'un espace vert à moitié caché parmi les arbres, tandis qu'un café fait face au seul côté visible depuis la rue. Léo connaît tous les habitués des lieux et même leurs habitudes. Mais un jour, un jeune homme qu'il n'a jamais vu vient s'asseoir à la pelouse de la...
j'associe des émotions à des couleurs pour me rassurer, car sinon, elles sont inexplicables.
« mais iphigénie, eux ils brillent, et toi tu t'éteins comme une étoile qui ne parvient plus à s'allumer » © mourire | janvier 2018
When the fear of isolation pulls Ashton and Ria together, nothing can prepare them for the collision. An anomaly shatters the repetitive fabric of their lives, sending them on a journey of discovering themselves and one another. Beneath Ashton's gentle exterior rests a nest of lies. He's hiding something; a past so da...
#f r e e t h e l g b t late night dips. band performances. lemon picking. early morning adventures. in which a golden boy and reckless boy star in a gay play and stir trouble in a small town. started ➫ march 21st, 2018 ended ➫ tba achievement ➫ : was ranked #984 in general fiction was ranked #24 in #nomorebullyin...
THEY SAY THE RICH LEAVE THE POOR TO BURN, but sometimes having it all is really the malicious way of the universe tearing you apart, cell by cell, atom by atom. It takes the little things first, so that you only feel a nagging sensation, but then it's in chunks and chunks and chunks until - © 2017, michelle
poetry by a person that's afraid of people. 12/23/15- #1 in poetry
after dark beautiful things grow and fester, kissing your mouth, eviscerating your insides.