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Like a dream she had drifted from the room,  And like a dream she seemed unreal, and like a dream she was gone.

Toxic relationships always tug at your heart, and the hardest part is pulling away.

(a side-story about Amelia Earhart, as part of the Percy Jackson universe)

Your fingertips can’t ignite what the sky can’t embrace.

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

A short and sad story.

A funny short story.

A short horror story.

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

...is a strange thing.

"some people have that special shine you can't explain. and as soon as you meet them, you know. you just do." -unknown

trust funds, on the run...