Half past noon on a hot August day ( Read more... )

Just because I don't say anything ( Read more... )

I am here...

i'm going through my quarter-life crisis and i'm failing at life. i don't want pity or anything really. what i want is a clear sense of direction. unfortunately for me, a clear sense of direction in life is what i've always severely lacked. i can't help but feel this way. i'm tired

The sun cast cold shadows under the trees. Children ran about on the blacktop, the playground, around the basketball courts with the spring sun shining down and energizing their tiny bodies. Their uniform shirts were untucked and their shoe laces undone. The sounds of balls hitting the ground with their distinctive thwack threatened to draw Charlie ( Read more... )

"our wet, recently shampooed hair made damp halos on the bedsheets. we held hands and intertwinted our legs lying on the bed quietly talking about stories that made us laugh. the sunlight from the window warmed the air in the room and dried the skin on our arms and legs ( Read more... )

Travelling swallowing dramamine ( Read more... )

Oh gotta see, gotta know right now ( Read more... )

When we were young our future was so bright ( Read more... )

Who's in bunker ( Read more... )