Its quite simple you see, I had it all, and now I don't. * Spiritual #33 / Short Story #97

To Dylan: i just miss you. - A series of texts in which she experiences depression in the most vicarious way possible, and love is just the tune playing lowly in the background. - [Trigger Warnings for: Depression, Thoughts of Suicide, Self-Harm] [Dylan is a boy, and Anabelle is a girl, to clear things up]

there are four seasons. all have a million stories.

❝i'll trade you my songs for yours.❞

sometimes a few words can portray a thousand emotions...

"We often confuse what we wish for with what is." ~ Neil Gaiman

they were miles and miles apart, with a promise of forever.

How is Drew Walter supposed to take care of three kids who are in his custody till they turn eighteen when he hates children? The answer has only one word, five letters. Grace.

. morning lullabies ✧ a home for my poetry.

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?