Take it, or leave it.
My name is Cailey Weaver. I am a writer, musician, figure skater, and neuroscience PhD student. My writing has gotten me through many tough times ...
20/falling / waltzing
my name was supposed to be summer but i've been told i'm more of an autumn i like warm colors and cold mornings
Gatsby believed in the green light, the orgastic future that year by year recedes before us. It eluded us then, but that's no matter - ...
I am a 24 year old guy just out on his own adventuring this big and beautiful world. I'm from a small town in New ...
"do you know w here you go when the s t a t i c c l o s e s in."
A land mine on the sidewalk
Utilisation of a proto-dystopian aesthetic and thinly veiled political allusions, how awfully original. http://pastebin.com/bRRXHQT0 I write garbage and I do it sporadically. As in life, ...
society's skidmark - primordially oozing twitter.com/ethylreal
I really hate bio's...youll know me better by what I write, but if you really want to know...a small town kid that wants to find ...
English Major | Freelance Writer, Editor and Proofreader
moonlight as an astronaut
i just want a place to write my thoughts when im awake and the rest of the world isnt
世界は奇妙である それはうちのようなにおい あなたを本当に愛してある
If I haven't posted in a while don't think of me as gone. I remain here waiting for my inspiration to hit me in the ...
"How did I know that someday—at college, in Europe, somewhere, anywhere—the bell jar, with its stifling distortions, wouldn’t descend again?"
psyched in the beauty of emptiness // the book started but never finished // you are who you are. i am what i am.
poet. pianist. indie filmmaker. tea. seaside. san francisco. like the bird that thrives in the panic of the woods, i dream in colours. it didn't ...
Inside my Mind
I'm just me okay? Take it or leave it... I've stopped caring which one it is.
18. Wandering, but not quite lost. Lover of the sun, affairs with the moon. instagram for more; @eternalsunshineofzienab
Lover of Poetry “Love conquers all," Aphrodite promised. "Look at Helen and Paris. Did they let anything come between them?" "Didn't they start the Trojan ...