28/09/2023 Book Review by: Ree Wilson Title: “Insomniac” Author: Cinzia Tani Genre: Historical Romance/Mystery Romance Rating: 3.5/5...

its funny that my heart strings pull tight when you pop up on my screen each and every one of you now only memories past moments blink...

i still miss you im not sure if still is the right word or miss really seeing as you sit across from me and i see you every...

One signature words "I Can't Breathe" did you see? his hands were in his pockets, while a man's life ebbed away I wonder, did he feel his...

faintly fading, anger subsides . i missed your face arms warm and welcoming my mess of a mind, so kind you smell like heartbreak and cold...

sometimes i think if i try hard enough she might want me like if i figure out The Right Way to be she'd change her mind, just as suddenly...

i tell the stars about your moonlit soul sometimes frozen, broken but still beautiful i whisper to the trees about your insecurities how...

intensity is the only way . there is no grey space area no bland emotion or mediocre decision or average experience no. i live in...

when i hurt, i need the earth to shudder at the sight of me the words out my mouth crashing thunderstorms after a scorchingly...

i don’t know what force of nature pulled the strings of our existence tight together everything with you is just right our hands...

[start] you must rip your flower to pieces. seperate your petals examine the petals, do not discard. discard not the broken and damaged...

the pattern of mood swings, bad days, panic attacks slows. Grows the curve of good days is not flat in fact - it is ever-rising Everyday...

So its been 2 years. you probably don't think about me anymore - you probably stopped thinking about me a while ago. I'll be honest, I...

The lady on my podcast is teaching me how to Live Correctly Honestly, it is exhausting and sometimes (like this time) it doesn't feel...

the sweetest sound that isnt on the tips of tongues waiting anticipating for an opportunity to fly to the receivers ears perked waiting...

A rendition of // Rudy Francisco Scars One if i could i would send your body to the burning stars. i would sacrifice our love to the sky...

The stars on my ceiling remind me of you (20 stars of five colours) At least, they remind me of what I remember to be you I think of how...

You would want me to try and be happy. you wouldn't want me to sit here drinking cold tea with a tear falling down my cheek, past my ears...

oh to cry tears of joy in the same bathroom you threatened to bleed all over is a catharsis unearthly, unexplainable.