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I’m a toadstool, and I’m pin love with an elephant. And I am, the pink toadstool is called Percy, and my name is Jonny. And I’m in love with a pink toadstool.

» Posted By Saffron On 11.26.2014 @ 11:43 am


At the forefront of my mind was the feeling that I was just missing something, that there was a link I had lost of a piece of a puzzle that I had not got

» Posted By Saffron On 03.18.2014 @ 5:09 am


That one word terrified me to the bone.
It isn’t as easy as one might think. To open one’s mouth and to form words.
To form words that make sense is another obstacle altogether.
I swallowed and looked up.
A dozen faces looked back.
”Speak” I whispered to myself

» Posted By Saffron On 01.27.2013 @ 4:48 am


They hate themselves. Everytime they look in the mirror, the blank sheet on which their lives are written, they want to escape inside in the hope that on the other side, there is no reflection. So don’t take it too badly when they’re jealous that you have smashed the glass.

» Posted By Saffron On 11.09.2012 @ 9:57 am


And it was gone.

That was what I knew, in that very moment. Everything vanished. I saw the world in a completely new way. Void of meaning and rules.

Nothing is True, Everything is Permitted.

» Posted By Saffron On 10.13.2012 @ 8:29 am


The higher leader, I don’t know what I’m writing right now. D O M I N A N T. I don’t have a dictionary on me :/ sorry, this is so scary and intimidating.
Dominant, plural dominants. Whatever, PEACE..

» Posted By Saffron On 10.10.2012 @ 3:17 am


I hate you, to the point at which I no longer know you exist.
Or rather,
I try not to.


» Posted By saffron On 05.14.2012 @ 8:35 am


the wind blew a violent gust in my face and I felt the ghosts of every breath ever breathed. I inhaled those breaths and knew both life and death. The cores of every existence ever. I loved. I knew the earth and her children.

» Posted By saffron On 07.20.2011 @ 12:22 pm


there was a puff and a bang and the cigarette went out. she cursed, threw it down, and tried again. this damned thing was always giving her trouble. there was no use quitting, she grumbled to herself. the stoop was filled with the ashes of the last one, and she felt her hair was singed.

» Posted By saffron On 07.15.2011 @ 11:57 pm


My Middle-Eastern friends wear scarves on their heads. There’s an advantage to this practice: If you have a bad hair day, you can hide it with a scarf.

» Posted By Saffron On 07.17.2008 @ 11:51 am


tossed, like an oceans droplet–purring into the endless wave–gold no more but lost and atoned forever in a soup of life without currency. all this is said is said.

» Posted By Saffron On 07.20.2009 @ 1:00 am

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