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StoryChapter Five: Matthew maggyvaneijk510 years 8 months ago
StoryBus stop. maggyvaneijk210 years 8 months ago
StoryBreathing to the music of a New York street piano maggyvaneijk2510 years 8 months ago
StoryBody maggyvaneijk810 years 8 months ago
StoryBlueberry Pie maggyvaneijk3210 years 8 months ago
StoryBeyoetiful maggyvaneijk2310 years 8 months ago
StoryBandages maggyvaneijk2510 years 8 months ago
StoryBad Habits maggyvaneijk1110 years 8 months ago
StoryAll the women in my family smoke maggyvaneijk1810 years 8 months ago
StoryA Maggy-Morning (IP) maggyvaneijk1710 years 8 months ago
StoryA christmas carol, kind of. maggyvaneijk2910 years 8 months ago
StoryA better version of ourselves maggyvaneijk410 years 8 months ago
Forum topicPoetry Cafe maggyvaneijk1910 years 8 months ago
Forum topicGoodreads maggyvaneijk1110 years 8 months ago
Forum topicsomethingeveryday maggyvaneijk010 years 8 months ago
CollectionThe Way We Were maggyvaneijk010 years 8 months ago
Collectionwaanzin of wijsheid? maggyvaneijk010 years 8 months ago
CollectionSydney maggyvaneijk010 years 8 months ago
CollectionThere used to be a father here. maggyvaneijk010 years 8 months ago
StoryMoonlight Sonata maggyvaneijk310 years 10 months ago
StoryRunaway maggyvaneijk010 years 10 months ago
Storylove a.lesser.thing410 years 11 months ago
StoryCheetah well-wisher210 years 11 months ago
StoryBABY STEPS moonphish510 years 11 months ago
StoryIllusory Lies Allissia510 years 11 months 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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