I broke all those standards today at Accel academy and Junior Prom.
and...what is this ambiguous relationship status? Jesus Christ.


This boy's car It is the smell of new leather that permeates my senses today, and I say to myself quietly: this is a new car, this is your car, it is your new car and I am sitting in it, right now. I should not be here. This is not my place to be and we both know it.This boy's car by ~Pointyfoxears
The words struggle out of our mouths and it is this that proves to me what should have been clear five years ago, when halfway through the year you were but a classrooms length away and I laughed at you privately, thinking that your name was a single letter.
Today the air is heavy with nostalgia carried closely by the faint stirring of wind and warmth, eager to spread themselves throu


Anonyminity I pass the train station every day at least once when the bus in the morning pauses before the tracks so that the driver can perfunctorily open its door and peer outwards on the off chance that he might catch a glimpse of the oncoming train speeding along ominously on its flattened steel tracks. And while from the back all I can hear of his daily routine are the clack of the doors as they open and shut and the roar of the paused engine, I stop along with the bus and peer outwards into the station with its garish orange lights and its stationary train, lit from the inside by white fluorescent lights. The bright translucence of its once transpaAnonyminity by ~Pointyfoxears