she doesn't write, doesn't tell you stories, but somehow it's her words that spring to mind at those crucial, terrifying moments, and for that you are eternally grateful

you can lower your standards, or your pants, but you can't make them love you	here is the mutiny I promised you and here is the party it turned into	All dressed in silence, I stared and lived the morning	love vs. my attention span
We all start out innocent and race to lose it.	Carrera de Caballos: An E2 Proseproduction	Bengal fire	province of the brave
Participate in your own manipulation.	Swear words from science fiction	withdrawal symptoms	Sensation
looking back from the moment of death, spiralling antimatter from the eyes	Hevosen Rotu: An E2 Proseproduction	May 22, 2014	The world does not revolve around Glasgow
your geography is slowly becoming mine	January 23, 2011	Underneath the smoke in the room	indigoe
What do I do when I'm alone?	Second Scout