Me Like Art
I’m a fanfic writer… idk if I belong here…
Me Like Art
I’m a fanfic writer… idk if I belong here…
I’m a fanfic writer… idk if I belong here…
I’m a fanfic writer… idk if I belong here…
Dear memory book,
It’s been a day that’s for sure. Ever since I came to the mysterious world with no recollection of my past life; I think every day it has gotten slowly better. Sure, everyone else around me seems to have a different perspective, but as they said, “You weren’t here to see the wars”. Right now I think there only uptight from… whatever wars they were talking about. It seem to me t...
Cold water feels warm when you’re freezing because at the is point the air around you is much more frigid then the frozen over lake.
At least, that’s what you want to believe. Maybe if you stayed submerged in the murky ice water long enough your libs won’t feel as stiff; as if one single touch could shatter the bone into millions of tiny pieces.
The air might be so cold that it hurts to breathe...
Toby couldn’t understand the thick blanket that suffocated the air from his lungs. It was hevy, weighted, as if the sand its self was too much for the fabric. But he was always making sure he was observant enough to stitched up the threads before it could spill out, raining on the two.
It was always like that when the duo-haired boy lay next to him.
The silence was way too loud yet not enough....