Your eyes -
the color of melting chocolate and a
silent universe and
a newly burning star.
Look at me.
1) Truth is truth is truth is truth, no matter what they say.
2) Joy does not depend on personal happiness.
3) Feelings aren't the compass; they're the sea.
She thought: I want to, it'd be fun... but people.
I'll just stay home... words are better company anyways.
But they want you to go with them.
Do they though - I don't think so.
Things to do... maybe next time.
Think of something to say!
They're sorry for you.
All I know is, the best stories I've read are the ones that left me gasping for air as a new world opened up before me. My favorite books are the ones that left me questioning my whole existence, the ones that I stayed up all night to finish, and then finally left me unable to fall asleep. Every writer has a wild, unique, slightly crazy mind. I guess what I'm trying to say is, don't be afraid to tell the weirdest, darkest, most different stories you have in that mind of yours. Those ones are always the best.
She was a strange girl, London. My first clue to this was that she lived in a city of the very same name. Looked to be in her early twenties, but you never could tell. In a careless moment ( or maybe she wanted to be found) she left her bag in the train station. This is what I found:
Maybe one day I'll tell the story of...