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StoryChapter Four: Daisy maggyvaneijk511 years 10 months ago
StoryChapter Five: Matthew maggyvaneijk511 years 10 months ago
StoryBus stop. maggyvaneijk211 years 10 months ago
StoryBreathing to the music of a New York street piano maggyvaneijk2511 years 10 months ago
StoryBody maggyvaneijk811 years 10 months ago
StoryBlueberry Pie maggyvaneijk3211 years 10 months ago
StoryBeyoetiful maggyvaneijk2311 years 10 months ago
StoryBandages maggyvaneijk2511 years 10 months ago
StoryBad Habits maggyvaneijk1111 years 10 months ago
StoryAll the women in my family smoke maggyvaneijk1811 years 10 months ago
StoryA Maggy-Morning (IP) maggyvaneijk1711 years 10 months ago
StoryA christmas carol, kind of. maggyvaneijk2911 years 10 months ago
StoryA better version of ourselves maggyvaneijk411 years 10 months ago
Forum topicPoetry Cafe maggyvaneijk1911 years 10 months ago
Forum topicGoodreads maggyvaneijk1111 years 10 months ago
Forum topicsomethingeveryday maggyvaneijk011 years 10 months ago
CollectionThe Way We Were maggyvaneijk011 years 10 months ago
Collectionwaanzin of wijsheid? maggyvaneijk011 years 10 months ago
CollectionSydney maggyvaneijk011 years 10 months ago
CollectionThere used to be a father here. maggyvaneijk011 years 10 months ago
StoryMoonlight Sonata maggyvaneijk311 years 11 months ago
StoryRunaway maggyvaneijk011 years 11 months ago
Storylove a.lesser.thing412 years 2 weeks ago
StoryCheetah well-wisher212 years 2 weeks ago
StoryBABY STEPS moonphish512 years 2 weeks 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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