21-year-old writer from the south living in the west. Fiction, poetry, experimental shit, love it all. Write to keep myself happy. The Ex said I only write sad stuff, sorry 'bout that.
When I hear a car sound passing the house I tense up and get anxious and check the windows just in case they came. I always did that while we were together. What I’ve begun to remember is that it’s odd. … More Wheel Tug
Click Here to send your ears on a trip. … More Wrong
When people start dying again I’ll have to be on top of it so I can leave before I know it. … More I live in a place I never dream of
There’s a cottage we can’t afford perched between pine trees and the lake. Further, there’s a village that you can see from the cottage porch, lower in the valley. … More soundlines
Everywhere I look I do and don’t see you … More Everywhere I Look
You were the girl who forgot the night we planned to have our first time. … More The Girl Who Forgot
I was the boy that still believed in fairytales. … More The Boy Who Believed in Fairytales
You were the girl who was in love with another. … More The Girl Who Loved Another
There was a good hour I set aside everyday to work on my empathy. I focused primarily on hate. … More Paradise on Arrival
The leaves had fallen too. I looked at them and thought that it made sense, cause many things had fallen; but it wasn’t true because people don’t fall like leaves, they fall like dirt. … More Falling Like Leaves
