[H.R. #6 - 7. 3. 18] "we wear our emotions like intricately decorated chains strung around our throats and then tuck them into our shirts" *** i sincerely hope you don't relate to any of these poems ~UPDATED DAILY~ 27/12/17 : #611 in Poetry 29/12/17 : #393 in Poetry 31/12/17 : #172 in Poetry 1/1/18 : #126 in Poetry 3...
Calgary. The city full of reminisces and a past Autumn Kingsley's tried an immense amount to leave behind, enclosed in the depths of her hometown where she grew up. Atlas Miller. Rude, closed off and someone who desperately tries to obstruct any form of emotion. What happens when they both unexpectedly cross paths and...
"You're atheist," I remind him. "You don't believe in god." "I believe in you," He murmurs, letting the cigarette hang from his lips. "I believe in whatever you believe." He says, letting the confession roll off his tongue as if it were that simple. As if god, the devil, heaven, hell-as if none of it really had meanin...
She wanted to die. He wanted to live. ••• A hand grabbed onto my wrist, yanking me back just as the train rushed past, before I'd even had time to comprehend whether or not I'd carry out the action. I stumbled back into the person's chest, my heart jumping out as I swivelled around, startled to find myself staring i...
