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StoryChapter Four: Daisy maggyvaneijk511 years 6 months ago
StoryChapter Five: Matthew maggyvaneijk511 years 6 months ago
StoryBus stop. maggyvaneijk211 years 6 months ago
StoryBreathing to the music of a New York street piano maggyvaneijk2511 years 6 months ago
StoryBody maggyvaneijk811 years 6 months ago
StoryBlueberry Pie maggyvaneijk3211 years 6 months ago
StoryBeyoetiful maggyvaneijk2311 years 6 months ago
StoryBandages maggyvaneijk2511 years 6 months ago
StoryBad Habits maggyvaneijk1111 years 6 months ago
StoryAll the women in my family smoke maggyvaneijk1811 years 6 months ago
StoryA Maggy-Morning (IP) maggyvaneijk1711 years 6 months ago
StoryA christmas carol, kind of. maggyvaneijk2911 years 6 months ago
StoryA better version of ourselves maggyvaneijk411 years 6 months ago
Forum topicPoetry Cafe maggyvaneijk1911 years 6 months ago
Forum topicGoodreads maggyvaneijk1111 years 6 months ago
Forum topicsomethingeveryday maggyvaneijk011 years 6 months ago
CollectionThe Way We Were maggyvaneijk011 years 6 months ago
Collectionwaanzin of wijsheid? maggyvaneijk011 years 6 months ago
CollectionSydney maggyvaneijk011 years 6 months ago
CollectionThere used to be a father here. maggyvaneijk011 years 6 months ago
StoryMoonlight Sonata maggyvaneijk311 years 7 months ago
StoryRunaway maggyvaneijk011 years 7 months ago
Storylove a.lesser.thing411 years 9 months ago
StoryCheetah well-wisher211 years 9 months ago
StoryBABY STEPS moonphish511 years 9 months ago

My stories

Cherry

Chapter Two: Matthew

hit. Today was Sunday and he had completely forgotten. His leisurely plan of videogames and masturbation was going to have to be put on hold.
Gold cherry

Leonard

A waning heart drifts over London’s peaks sleepy concrete that makes me remember a boy, crazier than me
Gold cherry

Chapter One: Daisy

The jubilee line pulls into the platform and Daisy’s mind is submerged in a single puddle of thought: This train is going too slow. If I jump, it won’t kill me.
Cherry

Oceanic

and maybe they’ll find a piece of me they could take home to their parents and say this girl is strange but it’s easy for me to love her.
Gold cherry

Beyoetiful

We live in this city but our hearts belong to somewhere else. Slumped in our bedsit forgotten by the world two sad little astronauts sucking memories from a pipe.

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