« you are human.  your bones are not made up of glass, they're made up of things that can hold nineteen thousand pounds of the world in one cubic inch, and your skin is not made of paper, because it does not grow on trees, it grows on you, for you, by you.  you are not made of stars, because a star could never shine as brightly as you do. »
—an excerpt from "For When It Rains"


ps please don't ask to have any of my stories translated, the answer will be no, i'm sorry ):

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☹ letters to you ☻
short story // teen fiction  #1 // #15

☻ emails from me ☹
short story // teen fiction #1 // #9

☹ all of the lights ☻
short story // teen fiction #45 // #217
(discontinued)

☻ seven parts of me ☹
short story: #23