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crumbled up poems that's been stuffed inside.my soul has been uncrumbled into a piece of gold. the more i read, the easier it is for me to not believe but see my own truth.

Jay takes a moment to realize why he really loves Carlos. [am/bm]

(Collections of Poetry Wlw)

When Dee gets hit by a bicycle on her way to work they didn't think they would fall so hard... Cal has always ignored Rita's chat about her magic flower shop, that is until the person she hit with her bicycle becomes her new colleague... *I do not own these characters, they are from the webseries Couple-ish, I've just changed up the story and relationship a little*

In my utter happiness, I made a grave error. I hurt someone. I am sure there are faults in our lives; I chose to look beyond this. I forgot what was important in my life; I lost what I truly cherished. I do not think that saying “sorry” will be enough at this point. I can only change by example. So if you are reading this, know that I am moving forward, hopefully for the better. Maybe one day we can laugh about this. I am optimistic.

new stories - nov-dec2017

YOU CAN'T STEAL MY LOVE FROM ME

After college Raven Quinn is ready to tackle the world. But the world ended up tackling her. After going through a bad breakup she's living with her cousin and dealing with a job teaching a group of lazy teenagers she's ready to give up and live in a hole. Until that fateful July night.

as the baby of the family, she got her way her whole life. if she wanted it, she got it. that's how it was until she met him. then, it seemed, the one thing she couldn't have was the one thing she wanted the most.

consider this a graveyard.

an entirely too self-indulgent fic about a tall sexy goofy lady and a shorter smarter person that (spoiler alert!1!1!) fall in love!1!1!1 omg :OOOO its like a god awful amalgamation of a text fic, introvert x extrovert shenanigans, and typical college-centered romantic nonsense. read if you want to lmao idk and idc

if you could define life by color, life before Him was kinda pale. the days were pretty and pink, but there was no warmth to give it vibrancy or nothing. every day was basically the same and exhaustingly boring. His arrival brought not only new colors and vibrancy, but meaning to the ones i'd already known. i loved it, the months where things were good between us felt like he showed me a new way of life that was totally different from everything. he left, snatching the color back from me. i don't know how i'll find anything like that ever again, so i suppose i'll try suppressing the memories. even if it means i fade to gray.

college has been a huge journey for me. I want to speak about some of the dark places I had to go to, so I can be aware and get back to my original self.

A dream I had that I want back.

The truth never hurt anybody right?

Kuchu is a word (plural: kuchus), apparently of Swahili origin, that encompasses all LGBTIQ+ identities. The best translation to English would be 'Queer'. Originally a derogatory name for a homosexual, "kuchu" has been reclaimed by some in the LGBTIQ+ community. The stories in this book - spanning across multiple genres and transcending time and space - deliberately center the voices and experiences of femmes, queer women and non-binary folks. So if that's what you are looking for, you found it. Enjoy!

They said their where more problems than progress. The debilitating pain you suffered through for those strides mean nothing. But don't worry they can fix you. Just don't fight it when they start...