Sometimes life tastes like teardrops of white noise.
‘ [...] Warm red links frozen deeply ’
A throwback! I wrote this story in 8th grade (I think). Tell me what you think of this style!
Lies are like some specific bad types of candy, it's not worth enduring the horrible taste because of the beautiful wrapper.
Get to know the person before you devote yourself to someone who's fake.
A poem about a girl and her ghastly wish.
Steady thumping, thumping. The boat travels downstream.
A sassy sixth-grade girl and her quiet little brother go to the doctor and cause a commotion.
Put some music on and let's drift down the river, mourning together.
This is hella short. I’ve been gone for a while. Thanks for reading<333
A very pretty model has no clue that her best friend has a crush on her.
I believe this to be true for a lot of artists, myself being one of them.