Acrasial Stories

"Godspeed you."

dogs are mean. but she still likes them. {lowercase intended}

I'd do anything to save myself. Hell, I'd even change the world.

I've always written for the wrong reason.

These are my competition entries. So, yeah.

Happy Valentine's Day, stranger. I'm here to tell you about all of love's cliché‎s. { My letter to @coeurs as part of the Lucky Cupids Service. }

these d r e a m s and h o p e s and a s p i r a t i o n s are [killing] me. {lowercase intended}

he was a sell-out, and she never truly forgave him.

I smiled at her. "See you later, Abigail!" I called with a wave. I knew I wouldn't though, I knew no one would. And I was okay with that.

i suppose i'll just keep talking, whispering, mumbling, trying to communicate through all of these l o s t w o r d s . {lowercase intended}

"I'd say that was poetic, but I have no idea what you just said to me." She muttered. "Paroxysms of rage and sadness." He simply repeated. [par-uh k-siz-uh m] (noun) :: any sudden, violent, outburst; a fit of violent action or emotion. She laughed, as though it were amusing. But it was a very dry laugh, so it was amusing in the same way fear is exhilarating and tragedy is the joke of the century.

❝ there is only dedication, really. d e d i c a t i o n, a way to [find] it, and a way to [lose] it. ❞ {lowercase intended}