Fact: States with less gun control have higher rates of shootings
Fact: Suicide attempts are far more likely to succeed when a gun is involved
Fact: On average, 316 people in the US are shot every day
your presence in the present moment is the best present I could ask for
ironically, speaking of presents, it seems I've forgotten yours
so I'll hope praise and prose will work until I can buy you candy
Hold up your chin 'cause you're still you —
somehow, someway, someday — you will be you,
It does not feel fair that someone like you must be in a world with people like these
A world with all the horrors of the news broadcasts
I forgot to buy you something again. I guess I couldn't find anything that expressed my gratitude enough, so I've decided to write you something until I have time to buy you that wine you like.
We are the generation
That is falling apart
A lake full of blood
Classmates feel the sting
Of a bullet pierced through a mind
Still learning how to be a grown up
Wind whispers through the air,
snatching at the girl,
sitting in the dark
her face shining though,
in the moonlight.
She is anything but what she appears
Alice Edmunds sorted through the papers on her desk. Technically, it was Detective Alice Edmunds, but the title hardly seemed to suit her considering her unorganized, head-in-the-clouds nature.
Some things stick and stain harder than blood
Some things have more hooks than the velcro on your shoe
Some things are better hidden than that one sock
every now and then, i am lying in bed
and want to wake up so badly i could
scream for it. surely this is not all there is.
surely this is only a dream, a bad dream,
I will give you my heart;
A little glass thing.
It reflects the stars burning in your eyes.
You will drop it on the sidewalk,
And call all of my broken pieces beautiful.
Pick it up shard by shard,