Some days, armor. 

Others, just skin. 

parallel lines will travel together for an infinite distance, but will never meet.

fifty thousand cells will die inside you before the end of this...

"You know that gif we sent to Kyle's work email?"

"Yeah."

"Got him fired."

"No shit?"

"Yep....

Things turn bad in Strasbourg.

To be entirely specific—things turn into a full-blown clusterfuck involving a bullet-riddled museum, one turncoat antiq...

the slope of        

             your should...

"Goodnight."

"Your feet are cold."

"Okay. Sweet dreams."

"Do you seriously have to wrap yourself up like a crepe l...

you have this reckless

way of walking into a room,

like the floor is there just to be 

scuffed by you. <...

"Don't," she said, handing him a heavy rusted key,

"ever open that door."

that you smell like persimmons and small

                  talk and terrible 

  &n...