26/F/Chicago    Mephobia; Fear of becoming so awesome that the human race can't handle it and everybody dies.

Abby. 17. Junior. 1.26.12. Hope is eternal. Obsessed with Paris, and dreamcatchers. Addicted to coffee, shopping, and Jesus. Writing is a hobby, Running is a ...

sin nasty    I am the sea and nobody owns me

My words may not always be eloquent, but they are true. Writing to purge my soul rather than to please another is cathartic. Enjoy my ...

TX    i want to be your only friend

everywhere    with my father’s hands, i will do good

where i don't want to be    is happiness a thought or feeling? or does it fall like snow and eventually cover everything?

Find me in the forest    "that sounds like poetry. poems don't always have to rhyme, you know. they're just supposed to be creative."