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Password. | indecisivesentimentality
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That was the hard part.Figuring you out. See what I mean? You were a walking paradox.Your inner contradictions always clashing.With you,I’d never know. It was just so damn hard to figure out that password of yours. July 1, 2015. Laquo; Previous Post. Next Post ». 3 thoughts on “ Password. July 5, 2015 at 5:13 pm. July 5, 2015 at 5:32 pm. Liked by 1 person. September 15, 2015 at 7:30 am. Liked by 1 person. Leave a Reply x. Enter your comment here. Fill in your details below or click an icon to log in:.
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Power Play | ForeverAwkward (And Maybe Learning)
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Hiding a crippling need for approval. ForeverAwkward (And Maybe Learning). Paper Towns ». August 13, 2015. Memories are fearful fiends,. Lurking in the shadows of your being,. Hidden under the awnings of your dreams,. They stay right under your fingernails,. The little line of dirt that still remains,. After all the scrubbing and washing you’ve tried,. In the inconsequential detail lies their conspicuous might;. You think you swept away all the remains and remnants. Of their existence from your nights,.
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Power Play | ForeverAwkward (And Maybe Learning)
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Hiding a crippling need for approval. ForeverAwkward (And Maybe Learning). Paper Towns ». August 13, 2015. Memories are fearful fiends,. Lurking in the shadows of your being,. Hidden under the awnings of your dreams,. They stay right under your fingernails,. The little line of dirt that still remains,. After all the scrubbing and washing you’ve tried,. In the inconsequential detail lies their conspicuous might;. You think you swept away all the remains and remnants. Of their existence from your nights,.
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Thekid withink – Page 2 – Sharing the oblivious
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October 19, 2015. October 20, 2015. This life has woven itself into the notches of my spine. And I hear it creak every time I stand. October 18, 2015. Of you, but. That I dress in ink,. You grow more attached. October 18, 2015. The vacancy that you. Wake up with every morning. Sticks to your skin as if. That’s all it were born for. You’re the echo as conversation dies,. The kettle that someone left on for too long. As alarming as it is, you place the neglect. Beside your weary head as you return. For woe...
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Thekid withink
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August 15, 2015. I stitched his wicked wounds so. The thread of my love. Neglected to save any. To drape my own naked anatomy. One thought on “. August 16, 2015. Loved the imagery here. Leave a Reply Cancel reply. Enter your comment here. Fill in your details below or click an icon to log in:. Address never made public). You are commenting using your WordPress.com account. ( Log Out. You are commenting using your Twitter account. ( Log Out. You are commenting using your Facebook account. ( Log Out.
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August 2015 – Thekid withink
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August 30, 2015. August 30, 2015. Faded off to;. Why do I kiss. August 30, 2015. August 30, 2015. Don’t look for. As light’s fervor. August 29, 2015. August 29, 2015. 8220;And then what? 8221; The girl giggled. 8220;Then, he pulled me in his lap on the couch and brushed his fingers softly through my hair, it was so sweet and yet, intimate at the same time and.” Her voice cracked a little. 8221; her friend asked. 8220;And then that’s what he did the next night again…to her.”. August 29, 2015. She squawked...
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Thekid withink
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August 3, 2015. November 10, 2015. Your leaving changed nothing. My soft smiles were still dazzling. Fingers still danced on dews daintily. Hair flowed freely with the wind. Throat still hummed hours regularly. But now it’s been long and. The smile is all white wrinkles. Nails burnt brown and rusty. Hair’s been cut short gray. And ears believe I’ve lost melody. Time goes by, I’m changing. But my habitué head still stays longingly linked. Posted in creative writing. Leave a Reply Cancel reply.
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Sheep Love – Thekid withink
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August 8, 2015. I don’t think I’ll ever fall in love. 2 I really can’t love ‘unconditionally’ if that means to admire the person from a dinosaur’s distance forever while there’s someone else warming up his nights. I’d either be with him or I won’t. I will move on. 4 I know I’ll never be a hopeless romantic because there’s always even a hazy hope in love, it never leaves. NEVER. 7 I don’t understand how men who don’t enjoy reading often gift roses to women. How they think it really is the ...8 I wouldn...
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More Than Appearance ( Scrap Fiction #7) – Thekid withink
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More Than Appearance ( Scrap Fiction #7). August 11, 2015. August 29, 2015. She squawked, shouted, shrieked and screamed, “How dare you call me that? I’m a breath of fresh air in a stinking, suffocating room. The petrichor in a hot humid hazy hour. The pink key on a black and white piano. There’s more than just appearance here, there’s blood, bones, bile, and brilliance. How dare you call me pretty? What makes you think I’ll believe you? What makes you think I even care about it? Enter your comment here.
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