Acrasial Stories

"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...

"Godspeed you."

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}

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 are my competition entries. So, yeah.

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

❝ 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}

I've always written for the wrong reason.

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

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.

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

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}