The Fall

by Tal Bauer

my rancid, curdled dreams,

how vivid

The puck squirts over to me,

it WHAT

taste last period’s blood on my molar.

I sure didn’t read that right the first time

“Kicks—” His voice cracks. “Torey. You saved her.”

what the fuck is this book

What do you give the man who steadied you through storms and then hands you back the sky?

I’m tired of this hyperbole, grandpa

And, at the same time, I would bleed myself out for one moment of that life back. I would give up everything, I would sell my soul, I would sacrifice my last breath if I could kiss Blair again.

dude I know that dream was hella realistic but you need to chill the fuck out and get some therapy

A blush paints the high arcs of his cheekbones. “Every time,” he breathes. “Every single time, you rock my entire world.”

if a man said this to me I would leave and take all the lightbulbs