Much fucking easier said than done! Yes, her body was miraculously moving at incredible speeds while performing tasks she had never, ever herself done before. Her reflexes felt extraterrestrial in tha...
Early one morning, you were born in a Word document. There was no reason for your birth other than my strange yearning to create some coherent narrative. But what I made wasn't exactly coherent. It wa...
What is it good for? I apologize if my words offended anybody, I approached with a spiteful mindset but my heart only strived to see aspiring writers not discouraged.
I hope to push this agenda in a ...
Abstract composting of feelings, harvested from tonight’s journal
"Sometimes, it be like it was, even if you thought it would do.
The Museum of Unfinished Works is a sprawling mess. It is a gallery, a library, a museum, an exhibition, a memorial, a tribute, an archive, a terrible warning, and so much more. Nobody knows for certa...
Don't you see my name written as streaks in the sky? Inspiring that mithering sensation unsettling somewhere in the midriff
Much fucking easier said than done! Yes, her body was miraculously moving at incredible speeds while performing tasks she had never, ever herself done before. Her reflexes felt extraterrestrial in tha...
Early one morning, you were born in a Word document. There was no reason for your birth other than my strange yearning to create some coherent narrative. But what I made wasn't exactly coherent. It wa...
What is it good for? I apologize if my words offended anybody, I approached with a spiteful mindset but my heart only strived to see aspiring writers not discouraged.
I hope to push this agenda in a ...
Abstract composting of feelings, harvested from tonight’s journal
"Sometimes, it be like it was, even if you thought it would do.
The Museum of Unfinished Works is a sprawling mess. It is a gallery, a library, a museum, an exhibition, a memorial, a tribute, an archive, a terrible warning, and so much more. Nobody knows for certa...
Don't you see my name written as streaks in the sky? Inspiring that mithering sensation unsettling somewhere in the midriff