| “do you trust me?” “yes.” “then take a leap of faith.” |


countdownThe smoke is staining her lungs but its okay; she has the blue inhaler in her shirt pocket. It feels nice to smoke in the open. At least now the smell wont linger, unlike when she locks her bedroom door at night and smokes with the windows wide open. Then, the tobacco mixes with salt and it leaves a putrid taste in her mouth.countdown
I didnt know you smoked. I dont. is everything alright? its raining. yeah, so? Im cold. Are you? you shouldve put something warm on before you went out.&


drownTwo years ago he came crying to me with salty tears and a pulsating heart. It was night-time and cold but his torso was bare and I wondered if it hurt because his bones were jutting out; trying to escape his flesh and muscles and skin. I wrapped my body around his and whispered Its okay, everythings going to be okay but I dont think he believed me. But he tried.drown
Through tears and sobs he opened his mouth and uttered incoherent streams of alphabets joined together to form words which I didnt understand but pretended I did. That night was all about pretending. I clasped my hand in his and brought him to my


youYoure standing just three feet away from me, your Converses scuffing the cold linoleum floor as you study the flimsy piece of paper in front of you with undeterred concentration. Faint lines of worry appear on your forehead, and I cant help but feel that they look just perfect on you.you
Your eyes glanced over towards me for a fraction of a second, and I could feel the warm blood rush to my face, painting my cheeks incarnadine and the painful constriction of my lungs
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I read once about a woman whose secret fantasy was to have an affair with an artist. She thought he would really see her. He would see every curve, every line, every indentation and love them because they were part of the beauty that made her unique.
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"Where?"
"Oh, wherever men of my sort used to go, long ago. Wandering on paths that other men have not seen. Behind the sky. On the other side of the rain."
~Jonathan Strange & Mr. Norrell
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