isohel.
mon amour ne vaut rien pour toi.
If I could travel to any land, it would be the place between the mountains and the sea, where everything feels like a hell for the sole reason that I'd only ever experience it for the first time once. But that feeling would be worth it. I know it. © Copyrighted, All Rights Reserved. Jake Sullivan, 2015.
"You need to realise how important loving yourself is because if you don't love and respect yourself you're constantly going to be accepting less respect than you deserve." - Freckles. written in lowercase Highest Rank: #01 in short story [21/10/2015] Copyright © 2015 - 2018 | Justin Case | All Rights Reserved
Of unspoken verses and leftover thoughts. { -- In which Lio tries to write a lot of precious things. }
❝we are all searching for someone whose demons will play well with ours.❞ quiet rituals and even quieter conversations; a collectanea. (© promethean 2013; cover by promethean)
nixon and monroe are two fluorescent adolescents who participate in activities that ruin their lives under a hot boston sun.
A collection of tragedies of sorts, of demons or angels (whatever you'd fancy to call them) that lurk and/or gleam in my mind. Written when the moon's dreary and the sun's near awakening. Obnoxiously metaphoric, subtly inspirational. © Jake Sullivan, 2014