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Author: bruv

I write to thrive, apparently.

kind of boy

A tombstone saying forever his.


My sun

Sunsets what’s in between light and night to witness its cliché of leaving us behind entrusting that we’d be fine … Continue Reading My sun


At fifteen I got my first kiss at seventeen I was touched below my waist at nineteen my virginity wandered … Continue Reading At


I closed my mouth and spoke to you in a hundred silent ways – Rumi

Subject 3: The Ex

Maybe I should’ve accepted him back. Maybe he was gonna be a better him.

Phantom Limb Syndrome

I wonder if they realize that it’s like being in a coffin six feet under, yet feeling every maggot that feeds off you, yet hearing the grieves of others and never fully understanding its magnitude, yet feeling rotten without them.