January 2011
36 posts
“what is my perfect crime? I break into Tiffany’s at midnight. Do I go for the vault? No. I go for the chandelier; it’s priceless. As I’m taking it down, a woman catches me. She tells me to stop. It’s her father’s business. She’s Tiffany. I say no. We make love all night. In the morning the cops come and I escape in one of their uniforms. I tell her to...
there is no truth
there is only you
and what you make the truth
kingstupid asked: heyyyyyyyyy buddy. it's me, rp!
i haven't seen you in a million years, it seems- how's it going?
i haven't seen you in a million years, it seems- how's it going?
Fellowship Writing
bookandbolo:
I was told to write as if trying to understand myself, instead of trying to prove something to others.
First line of my draft:
“Maybe she did it because she found out she’s adopted,” my best friend’s mother said just outside of my hospital room the evening I woke up after a failed suicide attempt.
