I hope you understand how much our little talks mean to me. (short story: #83/romance: #424)

Come on, skinny love, just last the year. (short story: #66/romance: #307)

"hey - lydi, got a light?" "literally, metaphorically, or spiritually? because i have none." "that's a bit gloomy, don't you think?" "it's punk rock."

she was dark and brooding and everything that made us weary. she surprised us all by bringing us together and showing us how to really live. and then she left us alone to feel nothing but emptiness.

Though she be but little, she is fierce. -u.k.

Charlie doesn't speak, so he paints.

"yesterday's gone and tomorrow comes way too fast; such a crazy hour but i still can't get you off my mind" -daughtry [copyright.styledinpink.sweetnovemberof.2013]

lower case intended. a piece of fiction. the people i dedicate chapters to aren't necessarily people i talk to. but they are people who inspired my stories [although they may not know it.] Cᴏᴘʏʀɪɢʜᴛ © 2013 - InkButterfly

"music washes away from the soul the dust of everyday life." {a collection of one-shots based on songs}

And when she stood, she stood tall. She'll make a fool of you all. -u.k. (Non-Fiction: #28 Poetry: #74)