Prescilla : Writing

stirred

stirred

A Story by Prescilla


about last night. pretty awesome if i do say so myself.
in the cold cold night

in the cold cold night

A Poem by Prescilla


lets kiss a little bit. i want to be your man. baby please dont think i cant. i can do more with these hands than you'd expect.
ultrnx- grum- woah

ultrnx- grum- woah

A Poem by Prescilla


check that song out ^ and then tell me it doesnt make you think of this. GOOD GOD.
fridge words

fridge words

A Story by Prescilla


you know those little magnetic fridge words? yeah well this is what i made:
stairwells

stairwells

A Story by Prescilla


wrote this in the late hours of night, the first time id written in a long time, and it felt so good to stay up late with all the lights off and music..
corners

corners

A Poem by Prescilla


this is old, but it was on a whim, and i was going through my computer...
kissing k

kissing k

A Story by Prescilla


how things unfolded
juarez then lust

juarez then lust

A Story by Prescilla


started out listening to juarez by tori, ended up listening to lust by tori. BEAUTIFUL
destinations

destinations

A Story by Prescilla


theres something stuck in the valves of my heart. some viral sludge that is keeping me from breathing. it hurts to sigh, my feet are numb and blistere..
before an empty audience

before an empty audience

A Poem by Prescilla


i havent danced in so long... and i wish i could show people. it would be so much easier.

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