coffeesoakedshoes

Relationships can be heaven, and they can be shit. In a short bit of time, we sometimes experience both.

Fighting for survival in places where it doesn't seem possible. Loving in a place where it doesn't seem possible. Living when it cannot be possible.

Fighting for survival in places where it doesn't seem possible. Loving in a place where it doesn't seem possible. Living when it cannot be possible.

Everything is not always as it seems to be.

What I wish for in death.

A review of sorts. This book rocked my view of words and how to string them together to blend the boundary between literature and poetry.

I can't escape her eyes. (From a prompt of, "Someone's watching your narrator, but the narrator knows,".)

We all leave bits and pieces behind.

We keep fighting so hard, instead of giving up.

TW descriptions of gruesome imagery. I am turned inside out.

Heartbreak in the form of rejection, the undeveloped and young kind.

Picturing a future that will never happen- wistful and a warm image all at once.