"Smoking is bad, you know." The placid voice speaks up from the distant dark corner, nothing to see but a tall silhouette and an orange glow of a cigarette cherry. "It's the least of my problems," I murmur with my own between my lips, proceeding to feel the stagnant debris valley my throat when I suck delicately. He...
“She looked up at the stars while I stared into her dreamy eyes that had the reflection of the twinkling stars. In that moment, I realized she wasn't my world and she wasn't the center of the universe either. But she was the literal universe. Her blood was the galaxy. Her heart was the stars, fuming with love and lust...
in which a boy and a girl attend the same private school and they gradually fall in love over the course of the last two months of their senior year; via home ec., earbuds, and bookstores//#603 in short story at some point (don't steal my story)
one awkward teen gal, one mexican painter with a unibrow, and one boy who likes to take pictures of chalk. strangeness ensues.