The sand is getting between my toes, and the cold salt-water air is freezing my bones. Nights on the beach weren't meant to be spent alone. The lifeguard has gone home, whatever happens I'm dealing with it on my own. All the shops and the food have closed, so if I need anything I better have brought it from home. My feet are sinking into the sand, ( Read more... )

you have me right where you want me
completely miserable, but entirely yours.

you're ripping poems from the pages (I'm watching you surrender ( Read more... )

I enter, sliding the door behind me and no longer caring who sees. I stand above you, waiting for your recognition, waiting for something that proves you're still mine. Even if I've cut the titles and you've cut any reason to say. You finally do but not the way I want you to, not the way this holiday and I are asking you to. You finally stand and I ( Read more... )

anyone with half a brain knows you shouldn't have been there,
anyone with half a heart knows why you were.

We wrote scary stories for english and Mr. Niven really liked mine, enough to read it to the class.
I'm honestly not very impressed with it, so I'm not gonna be offended if you're like "wow, that sucked."
However, Cass requested it and I love my sister- so I'm posting it.

( Archanaphobia. )

You had a choice between the paper-maker and the painter. the painter knew more, the painter created and had something to say. The paper-maker was routine, dull and cut-to-size, but she was prettier. So, you chose her. Nothing ever tricked a man like the workings of his own eye.

You'd have chosen the painter if you'd only been blind.

The logs are a bit damp, and the leaves haven't dried. We'd be warmer lighting yankee candles. You place your hands too close and pull away in pain, your skin is intact but you felt it. It scared you. And why shouldn't it have? You're only human ( Read more... )

this isn't the moment I should have been expecting. the lighting is all wrong and where is the soundtrack? flames, I wanted flames. I needed candles and fine dining. I anticipated the stories in romance novels. I should look different. This is as good as it's going to get and I hate it. I want it so much that I hate it. Does that make sense? of ( Read more... )

whenever I eat something unhealthy, I run to the bathroom and brush my teeth.
pretending, once the taste is gone, I never consumed it to begin with-
knowing, very well, that I'll have to become a believer once I start getting fat.

and that's the way I've been dealing with my life.
quick, meaningless, fixes. that are...
just.
like.
that.