Prompt: I'm always the last to know...
Prompt: Why?
Prompt: The most beautiful thing I've ever seen.
Prompt: Why'd I have to figure it out on my own?
Prompt: A guy/girl like that.
Prompt: London, England.
Prompt: Waterbottle.
Prompt: You always leave me...
Prompt: Do you love me?
Prompt: In the end...
Prompt: Winner.
Prompt: Loser.
Prompt: Where were you?
Prompt: I'm sorry.
Prompt: So ungrateful.
Prompt: I feel so foolish.
Prompt: We wasted so much time.
Prompt: Too far gone.
Prompt: Music.
Prompt: Dancing.
Prompt: Handwriting.
Prompt: We're so far apart...
Prompt: Is this a dream?
Prompt: White vs. Black.
Prompt: Fire
Mollie: Hot Cocaine Moon by emilygolightly, literature
Literature
Mollie: Hot Cocaine Moon
Mollie missed sleeping in the soft dark womb of mental illness. Hey, I hear you say, you're not supposed to say that! But she missed being crazy, she missed the easiness of writing then. When Mollie was crazy she never felt as alone as she did after going back to work. Now she felt like a black pinprick standing on an orange wasteland that went on forever. She felt like a rotten eucalyptus. She felt like she was a dog standing on a street corner and nobody knew she was rabid.
Mollie could honestly say that she did not love herself; she was no hot-stomping jitter-bugging glitterbug dancing under a hot cocaine moon. Instead, she was the famous
i know this emo boy.
when i first met this boy, i was sweaty.
but i started to hang with this boy.
and his sister.
and best friend.
they all changed my life so much.
this emo boy.
he showed me many things.
showed me what love really is.
how to cut.
what heart break felt like.
i like this emo boy.
he showed me how not to care
what people think.
what people say.
how to be my own person.
how to lie.
how to steal.
he is a true emo boy.
he showed me alot.
he has taught me alot.
but most of all
he has shown me that
i am in love with an EMO BOY.