I stared at my wall. The pictures of them. My idol. An actress who saved my life. Amongst the rubble of nepo babies, Botox and reused actors. Laid the light of the industry. Miriam. She was so sincere. Her voice could be heard across different worlds playing in houses everywhere. She saved me… life is shit. My parents are shit and entertainment, the only thing keeping me sane, is also ...

I sit by the fence I long to leap over,

gazing at the blue where I ache to soar—

but the clouds crowd in, stitching their enclosure.

Night spills its silence, pours shadows that twist and sprawl,

until the fence becomes a wall.

Some days, it’s only wire and wood;

other days, it’s iron—twice its height.

I press my palms to it, to prove I could—

to test if it might splinter beneath my weigh...

(WARNINGS: GORE, POSSIBLE PROFANITY, POSSIBLE GAY ROMANCE, AND DISTURBING IMAGERY!!!⚠️)

Archie sits up in his leather chair. He has this deep feeling that something isn't quite right. Even if Rigel and Archie are far apart, Archie can sense that something is up. He has always looked for a normal fanbase, not a weird one but he somehow always gets a group of weird fans. "Whatever...I'm sure i...

I love him in silence,

The way shadows love the moon—

Without ever being seen,

I followed him through the forest of films,

He was the wolf with no name,

I was the fox that wasn't quick enough,

And when he was out of my view,

I howled my ache aloud,

Hoping it would echo far enough,

But hope is a flickering flame,

Burning out your logic,

Until it finally burns you,

He’ll never know this,

He’ll n...

(WARNINGS: GORE, POSSIBLE PROFANITY, POSSIBLE GAY ROMANCE, EXTREME NSFW, AND DISTURBING IMAGERY!!!⚠️)

Rigel sits up in his stool, fondling his paintbrush roughly. His mouth is curled into an erotic smile, his sharp teeth dimly shining in the light from the lamp. Rigel presses his brush into some bright red paint. He then swipes the brush over his canvas, making a scratchy red streak. All Ri...

Naomi sat cross-legged on her bed, headphones in, tears threatening to spill. The artist’s voice—soft, broken, defiant—spoke directly to her heart. It had for years.

His songs had carried her through the worst: the nights when silence was too heavy, the mornings when getting up felt impossible. She had whispered his lyrics like prayers, finding herself in every note he would never know he’d writt...

A/N: so I’m actually going to do this on books not art.

I was reading my favorite series, “Divergent”. It was the only place that I felt as though got me. The Tris has felt trapped in Abnegation and wanted more in life. I understood Peter’s drive to be first. I felt as though I was a divergent stuck in a place where I couldn’t go.

If only the author knew how these pages made me feel. How I have ...

I wish she would be able to notice me, standing there at every one of her group’s concerts, there at every one of their meet and greets, there at their mansion, watching her, thinking about what we could be if she only glanced my way for once.

When she does talk about me though, I’m only called “the stalker.” I want her to say my name, to know of my existence, to know about how much I desperately...

Gretchen was right, Basil was a blithering idiot who couldn’t see what was right in front of him. Ripping off another stretch of duct tape, he could recognize how right she’d been about everything. All the signs were there. Whilst binding a limp Rococo to the folding chair, Basil realized he’d made a terrible decision to let her leave.

Dad was army and a bit of a rolling stone. Dad picked up Mum,...

My mind full of color, imagination, and love. I long to be with it forever. Each pencil stroke makes my heart beats faster. I just can’t look away, the color, design, feeling, to me it’s my world. Every time I blink, I catch a glimpse of the beauty, and every night in my dreams I adore it all over again. I admire every speck and flaw, whenever I stumble it seems to catch me before I fall.

I ...