A love poem of longing, inspired by [x].
A box of sand from Monterey.
A handful of leaves from Japan, ground to pieces at the bottom of an envelope marked fragile.
Category: angst
No Net Ensnares Me
Title borrowed with love from Jane Eyre. Wrote this just for myself, because the first line grabbed me, and I kinda feel like that’s the best reason, these days.
Most people wonder is there anything more? But Stiles knows the answer: there is. And he can’t pretend he’s ok with normal life anymore.
cute girl discount 