have you ever wondered

where do broken hearts go?

after they’ve been dropped and crushed?

where do broken hearts go?

when there’s nowhere to go?

where do broken hearts go?

when the pieces are too small?

where do they go?

where do they go?

do they go to the land of broken hearts?

or does an old witch keep them in a jar?

is it eaten as a dragon’s breakfast?

or perhaps stolen by an elf?

wel...

i love him

the way he makes me smile and laugh

even when the sky is stormy

or when the seas are in turmoil

i hate him

the way i depend on him so much

and how much i value his thoughts

though he doesn’t notice me

i don’t care

despite that dopey grin and annoying face

it doesn’t matter what i do

or who i pretend to be, it’s hopeless

i love him

i hate him

i don’t care....

i am not exactly sure why

but i trusted you

not with my life but with my secrets

which debatably mattered more

i can’t remember what i was thinking

when i believed you

i must’ve been quite the fool

to fall for your sad little tricks

i don’t recall what happened there

but now i know you

the real you, not the one you show first

so i can’t be manipulated any longer

the trust was once there

but no...

the gods were crying

raindrops sliding from the cloud like tears

tears that never stopped

these very tears drowned the people

the rumbling of thunder turning into the

roars of anger from them

do you know what it's like

to have desperation and fury blended

together until there's no line

well, now you do....

IN WHICH A PRINCESS HAS TO TURN TO… QUESTIONABLE MEANS TO TAKE BACK HER KINGDOM

or

IN WHICH WREN HAS NO FUCKING CLUE WHAT SHE’S DOING

(oh and her hot best friend is there)

(he has no clue either)

Florence Li hates her name.

Who names their kid Florence, of all names? Like, it sounds like some perfume scent. Also, it was kind of ironic, ‘cause she was allergic to pollen. Her eyes would ge...

on

off

on

off

flickering in the room

a beam

an dark empty place

on

off

on

off

sunlight cascading

some hope

a happy space for me

on

off

on

off

the bulb turned on

i flipped open the book

i am home....

dior perfume and

versace dress

with chanel earrings

louis vuitton bag

sparkly gucci shoes

and hermès scarves

bottega veneta shirt

armani tie

bvlgari watches

bracelet from prada

YSL makeup palette

burberry backpack

but what use is all this

when it means nothing?

i’m telling a story

but nobody cares

i’m sharing some tales

but nobody listens

losing car keys and

forgetting names

can’t slow down o...

then it begins

over and over

time on a loop

never-ending

then it begins

the exact same

every single time

forever and ever

then it begins

the beginning

but also the end

and in between

then it begins

and never ends....

welcome to athens

won by a competition

by a tree. that’s it....

they always say that

rome wasn’t built in a day

but fell in just one...