• Etched lines snake together, cracking. His face doesn’t change expression – hasn’t in years.
    This is where hard skin meets an even harder soul.
    He been broken before. He’s been beaten. How he’s still standing up today? He has no idea.

  • Wouldn’t it be so boring if hills were flat?

  • “Damn,” Ross said. “Your chest is really flat.”
    The girl looked down and sighed. “Yeah, I really need new stuff for it.”
    The empty, flat treasure chest lay at their feet.

  • Most of the time when people die, you don’t see blood.
    You don’t see open wounds
    Or gashes.

    You hear agonizing screams.

    Most of the time when people die, all you see is their shell of a body
    And their empty eyes.

  • Break the system.
    Get out of the whirlpool.
    Do something.

    Only by eradicating all the rules, can you truly see the big picture.

  • I guess all you really need to have is spirit
    And a ridiculous, childish view of the world.

    Or maybe just be a good liar.
    Yeah, that’s enough.

  • We all borrow in life. Borrow things from others, be they material or not.
    Eventually the banker comes to collect his due.

  • Do what you want to do.
    Say what you want to say.
    Be the person you envy the most.

  • And you don’t think sunrises are beautiful.
    Because you just don’t get it.
    If something falls so hard everyday, how can it still rise?
    How can it still function?

    You’re barely holding on.
    Sunrises will not do.
    Not this time.

  • During the day, she bakes cake.
    During the night, cake bakes her.

  • Deep breath.
    Inhale. Exhale.
    Shaking violently, she thrust her hand into the box, praying that the name she would draw would not be her. Couldn’t be her.
    ————————————————
    He’s never been good with words.
    Everything he says comes out wrong, doesn’t express what he’s REALLY feeling, so he learns to lock his words…[Read more]

  • “Daddy! Daddy, look at the lion!” Thomas squirmed in his mother’s arms, flailing his chubby limbs as he tried to get his father’s attention.
    “Hmm?” His father murmured absentmindedly.
    “Look at it roar, Dad! Looky!”
    But his parents only had eyes for each other.

  • Sometimes we look back And see that the things that used to mean the world to us No longer mean shit. Everything that we used to love To treasure Are now faded away, caked with layers of dust And dirt And grime.

  • Maybe I can get through this.
    Maybe it’ll be okay.
    Maybe not everything is ruined.

    If I take
    Small steps,
    I could rise back up.

    Just be careful.
    Don’t trip.

    Because maybe
    I fell too many times.

  • Mark layed down on his back, relaxing his body into the soft, damp earth. His hands loosely fisted the grass, and he slowly uncurled his toes.
    Exhaling, he looked up at the cloudy sky and prayed for rain.
    It was days like these that Mark wished he could just sail away.

  • How did everything screw up so badly?
    The girl had given up on trying to suppress her tears, and let them flow free. Mucus glinted on her face, and she made a choking sound deep in her throat.
    Because sometimes, problems don’t have solutions.

  • How did everything saw up so badly?
    The girl had given up on trying to suppress her tears, and let them flow free. Mucus glinted on her face, and she made a choking sound in her throat.
    Because sometimes, problems don’t have solutions.

  • We don’t have a choice.
    My policy: Don’t think. Don’t analyze. Don’t look back.
    All you can do, is move forward.

  • “I want out of this,” the boy said, his voice trembling. “Please, let’s go back.”
    The man chuckled, his eyes shining with cold amusement. “My dear boy,” he smirked. “You must understand that one must move forward […]

  • “I want out of this,” the boy said, his voice trembling. “Please, let’s go back.”
    The man chuckled, his eyes shining with cold amusement. “My dear boy,” he smirked. “You must understand that one must move forward […]