scorp

I pulled up my sleeve, exposing the small barcode tattoo on my left wrist. It was a stark contrast over my pale skin.

I don't trust myself with you. But I see in your eyes, I'm being used. Everytime I let myself fall, I get bruised.

I've been staring at the wall for hours with no end Can time bend? What is this crazy dimension Where I can't even look at my own reflection?

a teenage dream.

a poem for all the mother figures in our lives-happy belated mother's day!

A short and sad story.

A short horror story.

...is a strange thing.

A funny short story.

I bend, yet I do not break. I lose, yet I never lose myself. I wreck myself, yet I never shatter.

Time will not heal everything...true story.

He fought hard, and he came back. Nothing was waiting for him.