isohel.
mon amour ne vaut rien pour toi.
If I could travel to any land, it would be the place between the mountains and the sea, where everything feels like a hell for the sole reason that I'd only ever experience it for the first time once. But that feeling would be worth it. I know it. © Copyrighted, All Rights Reserved. Jake Sullivan, 2015.
Of unspoken verses and leftover thoughts. { -- In which Lio tries to write a lot of precious things. }
❝we are all searching for someone whose demons will play well with ours.❞ quiet rituals and even quieter conversations; a collectanea. (© promethean 2013; cover by promethean)
nixon and monroe are two fluorescent adolescents who participate in activities that ruin their lives under a hot boston sun.
A collection of tragedies of sorts, of demons or angels (whatever you'd fancy to call them) that lurk and/or gleam in my mind. Written when the moon's dreary and the sun's near awakening. Obnoxiously metaphoric, subtly inspirational. © Jake Sullivan, 2014