Writer & reader of feels. Sly-therin. Player of games. #amwriting YA. Buried under my TBR. Drinks coffee to prolong the daydreams. Deadly with chopsticks.
It was the kind of look that traveled, causing a tsunami of goosebumps to rise in its wake. I squeezed my eyes shut as it slammed hard against my barricades, shaking every nerve inside me. Another disastrous look from her would wreck me. #MuseMon
The driver seat is an illusion. I may control the steering wheel, the pedals but she controls me. I drive where she tells me to. Into the ocean. Off a cliff. Over my heart. For her, there’s no place I wouldn’t go. She’s the cruise control I can’t turn off. #LoveLines
Two Can Keep a Secret comes out 4 months from today, so how about a giveaway? RT & follow by 5pm ET Monday 9/10 for a chance to win a signed ARC + bookmark. International ok!
HEY WRITERS & ARTISTS OF EVERY KIND.
YOU'RE keeping this world together. You're infusing it with light, music, movement, & feelings of a generation.
YOU are the history keepers, the glue of humanity, a candle in a dark room.
THANK YOU
#writerstable#artists#musicians#dancers
I drink and I drink, imagining every sip as if it were a memory I was burying in the deepest parts of me. I expected the burn in my throat and the bitter imprint on my tongue. Still, I keep drinking. But no matter how empty the glass becomes, my mind is ever full. #slapdashsat
There's medicine to be had for almost any ailment; cold, fever, the smallest of coughs. I'd gladly choke down any pill or vile elixir if it could make things feel right again. Unfortunately, medicine only works if the thing that needs healing still exists. #slapdashsat
Hearts are meant to be broken. You know what kind of person believes that? The kind who's never been hurt before or the kind who is already half gone. #MuseMon
Every year, during the season of raining leaves, I look at all the pieces on the ground, some trampled and crushed into unrecognizable bits and wonder if they look up, questioning what wrong they'd done to be casted off. Questioning...like I once did. Like I still do. #SunWIP
When we were kids, reality was just a screen we projected our other reality on. The well was a magical tunnel into the mouth of faded dreams. All I needed was a flashlight and the daringness to fall. #SunWIP