oceanwriting:

So, I met a boy.
I met a boy when he asked to borrow my lighter even though he had one, anyway.

I met a boy with irises akin to liquid gold and honey;
Who doesn’t think his eyes are pretty but I can’t think of anything more spectacular.

I met a boy who let me borrow his T-shirt;
Who says he trusts me.
I met a boy who bought me five dollar wine;
Who called me strong.

I met a boy with thick, dark hair;
A burning gaze, soft skin.
Strong, capable arms;
Captivating presence.

I met a boy.
I met a boy.

Shit.
This is bad.

your game has gone terribly wrong.

don't be too hard on joshua. he's been through – he's been through so much. but you know that already. don't you?

you're crying out for help.

independent joshua "josh" washington from until dawn. established january 19th, 2017. written by rowie.

i don't take orders from you.

consistent blood, gore, cannibalism, mental illness, murder, and other not safe for work triggers WILL BE PRESENT.