bleached_harmonies

We walk different paths; we lead different lives. Why again then we thought, that our roads would merge. I am not sure anymore.
          
          Not of me, not of us.
          
          I just hope that you’ll be okay, even on your darkest days; that you’ll wait for the sun to rise even on the rainy ones.
          
          The thing you know, that hurts me the most, is that the harder I try not to hurt you, the more that I do.
          
          Perhaps I am the monster here. . . not the Angel that you mistook me for.

Thrust a dagger through my heart. Let my blood soak the timbre of your fingers, if that is the only way that waits for you to feel the warmth; The warmth that you cast through the tendrils of your touch
          
          -raw, unedited and incomplete-

Thoughts.
          
          Drunk again, with your thoughts in my head. Oh, how wickedly inebriating they are. Your thoughts, my muse they are. I'd play with them all night long-- under the table lamp, under the sheets of my bed. I'd play with them with all my heart, with all the care. 
          
          Your thoughts, my love. 
          
          Be it good days, or bad. I'd think about you, about us in every passing moment.

Thoughts.
          
          Unique creatures we are, defined by our likes and boundaries. And it is indeed very important for us to have these boundaries. 
          
          But oh dear God, do these boundaries stretch when you love someone. They stretch and they moan against the force and . . . it doesn't hurt. 
          
          
          A change for the better, perhaps.

Hey there! How are you? Well, I hope! I just wanted to personally thank you for voting for "The Woman That No One Noticed (girlxgirl)". I really appreciate it! Feel free to reach out to me if you ever have any questions regarding any of my books, or if you would just like to chat. :)
          
          Have a good rest of your day.
          Stay smiling. :)
          
          -Sarah Aitcheson

All of my works are GONE o(ㄒoㄒ)
          
          
          And it wasn't even me who's at fault for it, but my fam. 
          
          o(ㄒoㄒ)o(ㄒoㄒ)o(ㄒoㄒ)o(ㄒoㄒ)o(ㄒoㄒ)o(ㄒoㄒ)
          
          
          I had written a LOT of drafts. All of my books, all of my unfinished stories... 
          
          
          *falls down to the ground *
          
          I have been left bare. 
          I need some cuddles asap T. T
          Pwease send some help

hey...I'm here. knock-knock biatch!

Hi, my name is Angel and I'm the author of Lies, Secrets and Apple pies. It's a Modern-fiction GxG novel that won't disappoint! 

I want to try some new pronouns for myself. I am not sure if it's okay to put it like that, but I feel as if I should try putting myself in some different shoes. 
          
          
          And feel 'em
          And change 'em
          And choose the one which makes me feel comfieee
          
          
          Have ya guys tried experimenting here and there? 

There are times when i have to play music in order to stir emotions strong enough to write. . . 
          
          
          And then there are 'those' times when I have to stop the music, just so in order to let my emotions flow unhinged.