Steve's thoughts tumble through this page.

Often we went down to the beach, me holding her hand and the wind whispering in her ear. She would...

Jul 24th

disturbingtheuniverse: I wish to get lost, to walk down...

Jul 24th

The night I met Topher was a windy night, the kind of night when you just know it’s going to...

Jul 23rd

I wake up to the rumbling of my stomach. Brown stains on the ceiling look vaguely like clouds caught...

Jul 21st