britt : Writing

to my best friend.

to my best friend.

A Story by britt


3:19 am...i wake up on cue as if waking up to the sound of you, except there is no sound of you, only the sound of me, the groan that escapes as i mov..
morning sickness

morning sickness

A Poem by britt


the sun comes up while i think about how you’re going down..slipping and sinking on the jagged rocky coast of life. i have no words to fit t..


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