midnight memories.

Yooooo. I am caught between two different places and it's not fun at all. I feel like my life here is swirling in a million directions and I'm not at the point where I can do anything about them yet. It's kind of like 'hmmm if I wait a bit longer, I can make a … Continue reading midnight memories.



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’