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Your fondest memories will be those unplanned

Your favorite nights will be those that never end

Your best ideas won’t be the ones you asked permission for

And darling, you still have far to go

Girls nights out and girls nights in

Playing music much too loud

Blowing smoke into the wind that smells of body spray, lipstick stains,

and a call for every boy to eat his heart out

Your fondest...

“I tell you: one must have chaos in one, to give birth to a dancing star. I tell you: you still have chaos in you.” –Nietzsche

One of the most beautiful moments in exploring any language, after that of learning a new word for the first time, is finding yourself shifting your perception of a word. Feeling how its very def...

Someone once asked me

“What would I see if I looked inside?”

At first thought Blood? Muscles? Organs?

But the path changed within an instant

What would actually be inside?

Would it be a strong, together whole?

Or some ragged remains of hope,

Torn by years of rejection.

So I took a journey

Grasped my scalpel,

And tore through those years of facades and deceit,

To find th...

“So you just,” she grimaces at the girl, stares at the cup wrapped in her hands, “drink it like that?”

“Yes,” the other girl says, not for the first time. She takes a delicate sip.

She frowns. “But that’s not how you drink coffee.” She slurps recklessly from her own steaming cup, petulant, trying to prove a point. She can’t feel her tongue. “Perfect,” she spits out, regardless.

The bed sings lullabies and whispers sweet nothings; it gives aching promises of a night well-rested and there is a longing in your bones for the kind of sleep only a bed can promise. The air will be too cold, just the way you like it, and the blankets warm enough. You’ll hide under them, pretend you do not in fact have any responsibilities, that’s just crazy talk.

There are too many pillows and you build a little wall with them, cage yourself in. It’s easi...

Isn't it lovely here?

So far away from everything we've been

And perhaps we will end up just the same

The sky knows all those who came before

While the ocean embraces those who have yet to come

Isn't it lovely here?

Starting anew was exciting, an adventure

We made a list of everything we...

We first saw one another in

An empty bar, around empty

People who held empty cups of

Tasteless wine and bittering gin

That night you poured into my soul

A singeing melody of lust

A penetrating, resounding

Song of passion that took over

The void of that crowded mecca

Of courtesans, jazz, and wastrels

Who, in their nightly endeavors,

Imbibe sins and impurities

...

He'd been waiting for ages. Waiting... just waiting. At first he waited for days, and then, what was one more day? Then days turned to weeks, and weeks to months, and months to years of solitude and patience.

But she never came. Kvon's heart ached mroe with every passing minute. He'd finally mustered up the courage to ask a girl out, and it appears she stood him up.

Kvon, however, had forgotten it was daylight savings time, and all clocks were an hour behind. So when Kvon's date s...

The edge of your mouth is a trigger

and all I want to do is tear my beating chest free

and say

Hit me with everything you’ve got.

I’m trying so hard to stand here

like candle lights and flicker softly

but you have flames raging

under my skin

and every perfectly executed

exhalation slipping past your lips

stokes me

I don’t mean to stop you

I promise every word you are ...

It was wednesday afternoon, and sitting all alone in a park bench was a girl. Tears poured from her eyes, as it seems she was stood up. She tried to reach her date, whom she believed was her soulmate, but alas, he didn't answer his phone calls.

Desi, as was his custom, was swag-walking around the park when he spotted her. Being the gentleman that he is, he approached her to ask what was wrong. Then, the unexpected happened - she embraced him, apparently having mistaken him for someone e...