Sometimes writing is running downhill, your fingers jerking behind you on the keyboard the way your legs do when they can’t quite keep up with gravity.

Fangirl - Rainbow Rowell

Excerpt;

fictional-tales:

Everyone in that boxed room sobbed. A link in the chain that connected us all had been destroyed. Buddha describes a family as a place where minds come in contact with one another. If these minds love one another the home will be as beautiful as a flower garden

Our family blossomed in the darkest of times. 

And I only want to do one thing right now. Cry. 

Is it heartless of me so wish destruction, total demolition, just so we could all start over again. 

I would like that. To turn a blank page and rewrite the chapters. It would make for more bearable memories, and less hurting. 

That’s what I want. 

It’s come to the point where I can actually, physical feel the void. It’s weighing down on my chest and forcing me to feel it.

I don’t know what to do to fill it. 

The growing urge to find someone to share intimate moments with. I think my loneliness is spreading.