Another year-old drabble. This is about me slowly coming out of depression. Title is from the Utada Hikaru song of the same name. * her face had a salty taste, almost unforgivable, almost etched into her pores like waterfalls. and she flip-flopped so often that, at the end of the day, none of it mattered. … Continue reading ‘blue’


‘the rain leaves a scar’

Another drabble from a year ago. This one is about when I lived with the worst flatmates during my time in London. Title is from the L'Arc~en~Ciel song of the same name. * she had only known them for awhile, but she wasn’t sure they were capable of murder (what a dirty word) and she wanted to … Continue reading ‘the rain leaves a scar’