They are holes in my shoes and they once were ribbons.

932

August 31, 2015 0

I saw an opportunity to leave home, and I took it.

925

August 26, 2015 0

922

Caption this character. What is his story? What do you see? Where does he want to be?

August 11, 2015 0

I was blue for an entire summer–It’s strange how depression can colour any bright thing–but one day things weren’t blue anymore… they were purple.

916

August 10, 2015 0

Some trees grow old and are worshipped for their years. Some grow old and just get in the way, then they get cut down.

914

August 7, 2015 0

Someone once said to me, “it gets better.” I laughed at them, because they assumed it hadn’t already. This is my happy, maybe it just isn’t yours.

913

August 6, 2015 0

They hated each other before I was born.

920

August 5, 2015 0

I was a bird in my past life.

911

August 4, 2015 0

Sometimes, the rhythm of the machines remind me of your heartbeat– A light hum of a hello.

910

August 3, 2015 0

He was cold and I was warm; we seemed to balance perfectly. Until I met her.

909

August 1, 2015 0

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