She had to go, and I had to stay where I always was...
Origin of attachment issues. I don't know. I just can't. It's normal right?
make up your mind already, this back and forth is giving me whiplash
"I am a Buddhist in God’s country - Land of the free, home of the brave."
Part 4 of The Penalty.
Note: To start from the beginning, go to this link: https://commaful.com/playlist/xtrole/the-penalty/
Meet Christopher Salvatore: A time traveling consciousness reliving the idealized days of his youth during the Eternal Fall of 1995. Saturday 9/23/1995. The Mind Erasers.
A wlw short story. Two girls inlove, fighting their personal battles.
I'm trying to get back into the swing of things, even if there's not much to write about right now!
Hope you enjoy.
(images by me again :) )
You thought you can't do this anymore, all people are the same and you shouldn't trust them at all. But he walks into your life to tell you so much more than those little lies. Who is he?
Bark broke to spell the name No more players in this game
The outline of you haunts me as I shuffle thru the evening events. Seated below, standing, bent, up the stairs, to my left draped over another.
I hate bein obsessed with someone who mistreated you and doesn’t give a fuck.
A conversation on love between two people and their definitions of it.
A short poem about desire and attachment and a lovely scarf!
She had to go, and I had to stay where I always was...
Origin of attachment issues. I don't know. I just can't. It's normal right?
make up your mind already, this back and forth is giving me whiplash
"I am a Buddhist in God’s country - Land of the free, home of the brave."
Part 4 of The Penalty.
Note: To start from the beginning, go to this link: https://commaful.com/playlist/xtrole/the-penalty/
Meet Christopher Salvatore: A time traveling consciousness reliving the idealized days of his youth during the Eternal Fall of 1995. Saturday 9/23/1995. The Mind Erasers.
A wlw short story. Two girls inlove, fighting their personal battles.
I'm trying to get back into the swing of things, even if there's not much to write about right now!
Hope you enjoy.
(images by me again :) )
You thought you can't do this anymore, all people are the same and you shouldn't trust them at all. But he walks into your life to tell you so much more than those little lies. Who is he?
Bark broke to spell the name No more players in this game
The outline of you haunts me as I shuffle thru the evening events. Seated below, standing, bent, up the stairs, to my left draped over another.
I hate bein obsessed with someone who mistreated you and doesn’t give a fuck.
A conversation on love between two people and their definitions of it.
A short poem about desire and attachment and a lovely scarf!