years and years have passed since the days of tummy butterflies and the embarrassed pink of cheeks carefree giggles and …
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years and years have passed since the days of tummy butterflies and the embarrassed pink of cheeks carefree giggles and …
Late, all those bloodied rabbits crushing the butterfly’s wings. Hurtful curses and words of bliss: Why? Aren’t the Gods …
A range is a limit. The number that the faceless faces outside the classroom window use to see if you’re …
CW: Violence & Kidnapping Consciousness returned in fragments, accompanied by a throbbing pain in my head. My surroundings were …
I leaned my head against the wall and sighed, taking a deep breath in. My nose was running red and …
The white snake encounters a scholar in a vibrant field. A sea of red engulfing his path. Petals of roses, …
I’m not too sure about you, but I always dread making posters or slideshows, especially once it comes down to …
10:55 Five more minutes. “Hi, what can I get you?” “I’m just waiting on a friend. Give me a …
I miss that time Spent without care When we were strangers And nothing more He meant nothing No friend, …