it's 8am, i haven't slept yet, and i miss my friend

what if dreams were tangible worlds you could go to and explore? wouldn't that be weird as hell?

a fragment of a post-apocalyptic story i'm working on

soft angst about some boyfriends dealing with mania

the prologue of a story i wrote last year. not sure if i'm going to post the rest here, it's really long. but you can read it here: https://www.wattpad.com/story/137310856-parallels-an-mcsm-au

sometimes i have bad nights and i write it out

another lil bit of poetry i wrote a while back. had a dream that made me cry for a reason i can't remember, and wrote this when i woke up

a quick poem i wrote a couple months ago. i am not good at poetry. inspired by Daughter's song Smoke