It boggles my mind that you hide beautiful things.

Dad hates periods. Maybe because the eighteen missed ones in Mom's life resulted in me, and a brother. Maybe because Perfect Wife is childless at thirty-six and proud when she bleeds. Maybe because his girlfriend just told him she's just missed hers, and he knows what that means.

and maybe it still is. /collection-fp pennames/

with every breeze that whispers past my ear - yes, i hear you.

i would kill to write like you, would live to kiss like you

i heard a heartbeat when i went to turn the lights on, today.

Forever is for the bursting butterflies, for the sidelong glances, for the eyes that haunt and the words that echo. Forever is for the moments relived over and over and over again, because they are pieces of something extraordinary. :Oneshot Collection:

fuck that, darling - i'm still alive. /collection

she is ever-lasting in her beauty and despair.

Save yourself while you still can.

we're not onions.

i'm not looking for lovely weather today.

The Lonely, The Beauty, and The Damned. I'm made of dust and bones. I'm made of pores and artificial ideas. I am a boy filled with heartaches and passion... and I'm here to make it all right. R&R Please! My first story I finished! I return favors. Thanks

to digest you is impossible.

Your lips kiss insanity like nymphs of eden, face slipping behind this masquerade.

on the lawfulness of eating blood.

summer nights and i'm trying not to scream “i love you.”

she, he's hanging starless from the sky.

So she's waiting up for you with smudges under her eyes and on her heart: teddy bears and David Letterman are better company than your stonedoutoftheirmind men. Rated T for references to prostitution.

i wanna be your marilyn monroe & you can be my romeo/we'll romance & overdose (and when we're ghosts we'll sing)

not one to hold a grudge.