Mirages and ink bottles.

I am a pen. This might sound like a metaphorical exaggeration, or an ornamented fact, but it is what I am. Every time I hear…

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11:11s.

There are some things that bother me every night after 2 AM, after I listen to music with lyrics that do nothing except reminding me…

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To my life-savers.

Dear F.R.I.E.N.D.S, It's been a long time, almost 14 years now. How have you managed to shape the lives of not just yourself, but millions…

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Whisky flowers.

"She's at peace, and yet somehow on fire." - Samantha King She's the flower you give to your Valentine. She's gorgeous and she just always…

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Midnight. 

It's late, and I'm still thinking about you. ​"I am addicted. She is my bottle of vodka. She is my cookie crumbs. She is the…

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