“So,” his therapist's voice was thick, yet unruly, like a chocolate that had once been smooth and delicious but had now gone stale and tasteless. “How was your day today, Daniel?” /contains slash MxM FxF and other naughty things, beware.

Why gay marriage is awesome - and anyone who thinks it isn't is not awesome. /paper I had to do for English. but I chose the topic. yay./

France. 1959. Two boys from two different worlds, two different histories, crash and collide. Can they transcend the prejudices that surround them, and save one another from themselves? /rating will go up/

The rain is like an adrenalin rush injection. I am addicted and abused and I abuse this. short. emotional.

He has torn up his arm and chest again with his box cutter and his razors and his pieces of shattered glass.

He tastes of the ocean.