there is a light on our street right outside our house that has been doing what can only be described as dying for past few months ( Read more... )

so this is like some mid-afternoon pulp for those of you dedicated enough to follow along.
if you have issues with sex or foul language (for one what on earth are you doing reading my journal?!) please be warned.
and i guess if you want you can comment on it.

( filthy filthy smut )

how about this ( Read more... )

what if i told you i could destroy everything you built ( Read more... )

now that i don't think of you ( Read more... )

this feeling i don't want to end.

i just want to know that if i fall, he will catch me.

here in what they simply call "the city ( Read more... )

i am blossoming before your eyes ( Read more... )