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You thought that to keep it together,
you needed to keep it within you.
All that time you let the knots tighten at the core,
fray at the edges
unevenly (more)
"C'mon," Lance said, head tilted back against the bathroom door as he turned the maintenance lock, the metal giving a solid, satisfying click. Shiro leaned in, forearm pressed against the door beside Lance's head, brows drawn together as he furiously, silently reminded himself where he was and what he(more)
Your mind is the hardest place

In the jaws of the shark
it's easier,
there is just one thing
to focus on. (more)
Broken promises still have merit. We need them more than we know. What we first find when analyzing them is the regret of a choice made and a goal unmet. We compare that outcome to the prospect of absolute success.

But there are more shades to it.   (more)
The risk is in staying,
not leaving.
In things working out,
not breaking.
In not doing what you always do
and starting afresh (more)
Hey there, Donnie.

It's been awhile. Just checking in.

I know you don't know me, but I hate you and everything you represent. I see no reason to hide that.

But a part of me does, in theory, understand why you feel the need to twe(more)
It was not until the early morning hours that I was able to fall asleep, my hands and face still stinging although I had cleaned them the best I could. I slept fitfully for a couple of hours and then woke early Friday morning. My skin felt raw everywhere,(more)
i had tangibility to offer but no intangibles to give.
It was a dusky Wednesday evening, and, Wednesday generally being my botany day, it dovetailed perfectly with my need to collect certain ingredients for the recipe I was preparing to try. My collaborator and I had travelled up to the foothills of Mt Hood to forage for some fresher(more)
It's different, this year.

There's a trio of school girls sitting on the old weathered bench, the two on the ends both leaning into the one in the middle, all three with their attention locked on the cell phone. They're taking a selfie, in the cool fall twilight,  waiting(more)
"I am NOT-" Lance hissed, his voice echoing despite his low tone, and he dropped it further as Shiro shut the door behind him, enclosing them both in the cramped space, "sharing a room with them, Shiro!"

"Would you rather sleep outside?" Shiro was unamused;  he was running o(more)
Allura's skin had gone ashen in the flickering, reflected light of the old television. Keith had left the set on for background noise before he'd closed the door to the motel room behind him; it remained on the channel he'd set it on, replaying some ancient budget horror movie(more)
"Be good," Shiro had said firmly, the motel door clicking closed behind him. He hadn't addressed the directive to either of them in particular, but his words still hung in the air for a few moments before Keith let out a small scoffing noise and shifted his weight, glaring(more)
It was late on a Thursday night, and, Thursday night being my alchemy night, I was deep in my supply room gathering tools and materials to begin working on a recipe that I had just gotten from the Voynich Manuscript. Although, I hesitate to overstate: I could not afford(more)
I'm melting. So fat at the edges I'm like a grilled cheese oozing out of its bread. Breathless with distaste whenever I see myself by accident. Heart skips a beat when I think about how lost I am, how far I have to go to even be normal. I(more)