Link your pinky finger with mine, and we can run. Run far, run home, run to the centre of a pentagram as the fog rolls through the woods....

Red pill, blue pill. You’re not meant to swallow a pill that’s already been down a strangers throat, but I’ve never been one for...

(things I cannot stop thinking about) -all of the lies I have told and forgotten -am I a good kisser? -the tied up bodies in my...