golden

Each star tells a story, only some people can hear them though, Venus. Listen baby listen.

I'm sitting here in a hospital bed with not a single flower or balloon or cheap stuffed bear in sight.

"This is how I want to be buried!" I say happy as ever as I pull the gun from behind my back.

Stay alive though, okay? I love you.

I see gold in teenage humanity and being alive.

I am finally alive.

And so I ask you again, “Why are these people losing a war they surely need to win?”

I think you look like a king.

There is nothing wrong with my boyfriend, he tried to convince himself, we’re just going to get a tattoo.

I killed the girl.

The girl had said,"help me."