sleep deprived, but caffeine keeps me alive.
i get lost in words, to find myself in their meaning.
i got a gypsy soul to blame and i was born for leaving.
stay single, keep your grades up, read novels, write novels, be your own novel.
-b. rowe
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Stories by Brit.
Midnight Thoughts
Alone. Not lonely.
Butterflies.
Love.
We've all felt it. We've all lost it. We've all let it slip. We're all afraid of it.
You'll know it by...
Eyes.
Once you get used to looking into the broken eyes of your own reflection, you know what pain looks like. The...
