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StoryChapter Five: Matthew maggyvaneijk512 years 11 months ago
StoryBus stop. maggyvaneijk212 years 11 months ago
StoryBreathing to the music of a New York street piano maggyvaneijk2512 years 11 months ago
StoryBody maggyvaneijk812 years 11 months ago
StoryBlueberry Pie maggyvaneijk3212 years 11 months ago
StoryBeyoetiful maggyvaneijk2212 years 11 months ago
StoryBandages maggyvaneijk2512 years 11 months ago
StoryBad Habits maggyvaneijk1112 years 11 months ago
StoryAll the women in my family smoke maggyvaneijk1712 years 11 months ago
StoryA Maggy-Morning (IP) maggyvaneijk1712 years 11 months ago
StoryA christmas carol, kind of. maggyvaneijk2912 years 11 months ago
StoryA better version of ourselves maggyvaneijk412 years 11 months ago
Forum topicPoetry Cafe maggyvaneijk1912 years 11 months ago
Forum topicGoodreads maggyvaneijk1112 years 11 months ago
Forum topicsomethingeveryday maggyvaneijk012 years 11 months ago
CollectionThe Way We Were maggyvaneijk012 years 11 months ago
Collectionwaanzin of wijsheid? maggyvaneijk012 years 11 months ago
CollectionSydney maggyvaneijk012 years 11 months ago
CollectionThere used to be a father here. maggyvaneijk012 years 11 months ago
StoryMoonlight Sonata maggyvaneijk313 years 2 weeks ago
StoryRunaway maggyvaneijk013 years 2 weeks ago
Storylove a.lesser.thing413 years 1 month ago
StoryCheetah well-wisher213 years 1 month ago
StoryBABY STEPS moonphish513 years 1 month ago
StoryIllusory Lies Allissia513 years 1 month ago

My stories

Cherry

Chapter Two: Matthew

hit. Today was Sunday and he had completely forgotten. His leisurely plan of videogames and masturbation was going to have to be put on hold.
Gold cherry

Leonard

A waning heart drifts over London’s peaks sleepy concrete that makes me remember a boy, crazier than me
Gold cherry

Chapter One: Daisy

The jubilee line pulls into the platform and Daisy’s mind is submerged in a single puddle of thought: This train is going too slow. If I jump, it won’t kill me.
Cherry

Oceanic

and maybe they’ll find a piece of me they could take home to their parents and say this girl is strange but it’s easy for me to love her.
Gold cherry

Beyoetiful

We live in this city but our hearts belong to somewhere else. Slumped in our bedsit forgotten by the world two sad little astronauts sucking memories from a pipe.

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