Ripped off fake lashes coated in the smell of temptation.

They always say Icarus fell in summer.

there’s this individual that had lived everywhere and anywhere.

My parents called and told me

they were redecorating.

There’s a trembling kind of fear in my hands.

I’m sitting on my bedroom floor, back against the bedframe and feet pressing on a large moving box.

I came here for silence.

I am desperately awaiting summer

With the years I have grown in really respecting the teacher job.

When I was a kid, my parents always told me not to talk to strangers and, especially, never to get a ride from a stranger.

Time is passing by faster than my burning cigarette

Here’s a fun little fact you might not have noticed while awkwardly shimmying past row 12 with your elbows and dignity barely intact: there is no row 13 on most airplanes.

I am writing this at 11pm.

Have you noticed that the older you get, the faster time seems to fly by?