chloej626
Honestly? I love you more than anything else that life has ever offered me. From your fringe tips, to the veins on your hands. I love the way you treat your mother, and I love the way you stretch your legs out beneath the desks we sit on.
He looked up with swollen eyes. He'd been crying for hours, not knowing who to turn to. Who to tell. With a forbidden romance, it's difficult to tell someone of your feelings. He is so alone.
Crew? That's what they called us. A gang. A crew. Pirates, fighting for the treasure at the end of the road. The person that meant the most to us. The person that we needed to impress, to finally impress. We needed to reach out, and take them in our arms. It was all we'd ever wanted. Piracy.
My mother said my weakness was my lack of motivation. She said that I was asking for people to destroy my self-confidence. I told her that if lack of motivation was my only weakness, then I was blessed.
She stands in front of the mirror, black smudging against the tender molecules of her barely formed eyelids. Some part of her knows she must perform the regime to stay sane. To stay true to the person that she was before the incident. Before her life melted, and slid from her skin in a torrent of acid.