panicitsamelon

Words flowing from the tip of my pen Sentances played out in my mind The perfect weather The perfect time Inspiration flowing from every hole Every blade of grass Drifting ...

Catcher took a deep breath and closed her eyes. She willed her fangs to come out of her mouth but they wouldn’t come. “Damian. They’re stuck.” He laughed lightly. “They’re ...

What if we had a song? Could we? Would you let me? Would you except me for who I am? What if I held you? And I never let go ...

Can you hear her crying Crying in the dark Can you hear her whisper Pouring out her heart You disgust me Though I shouldn't judge The way you treat her ...