holes putrefy my lungs and my mind. [ sequel to "misellus" ]

interim (noun) /ˈintərəm/ the time in between.

a collection of thoughts that always abruptly en

Misunderstood and overmedicated, twelve-year-old Lilith Bloom finds the prospect of a grand family reunion decidedly dull... That is, until she discovers that the rose garden surrounding her grandfather's Berlin mansion is, well, completely and utterly carnivorous. Armed with Panther, her talking pet whippet, and the help of the mute boy next door, Lilith must unravel the secrets behind the mysterious estate, all while her family remains gloriously unaware that they are about to be devoured.

Kiss me f a s t. before we f a d e. {Copyright © 2014 _eternalsunshine}

Where would you end up if you killed yourself? It isn't Hell, I'll tell you that. I don't know where it is exactly, but it's a place that makes me want to die all over again. Previously titled: My Reasons to Die (Spiritual #80)

"Never?" Another tear fell from the girl's face, but she let the salty drop cascade down her cheek. "Never."

Let me be vital. / I want to burn myself out. #39 Poetry - 11/6/16.

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?