and never has gone a day that we didn’t miss our Hogwarts … More My Hogwarts
and I was, once more, a greyed out face in the background,
a ghosted silhouette, a muffled voice; forgotten, as is usual, again. … More Always.
suicide notes being mistaken for artistry … More the answers.
the reigning silence threatened only by breaths half drawn … More acrostic.
.she unwound her eyelids like phrases that didn’t know of a need to become statements. … More inked.
. . . count… as a whisper, the times they’ve broken my heart, with timestamps and thumbtacks in maps . . . … More Delusional.
show, don’t teach.
reason, don’t lecture.
inform, don’t smother. … More Identity.
“how the placement of a comma could make someone’s heart skip a beat and how a period disguised as a semicolon could break a heart… or worse … More Seekers
for it is at night that I learned to find peace and more of it… … More nyctophilia
“Ah, darling, but what do gods know” … More 09.01