The Last Supper — by Peter Stella on

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Flying felt like hope, and hope felt like flying. You handed me plane tickets, and my heart sheepishly agreed. We leapt through puddles of s...

My pain fits in the palm of your freezing hand. — by Peter Stella on

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"It went horribly." Oliver said before Charlotte could even ask how his job interview went. Charlotte walked over to him until her...

The Lost Boy — by Peter Stella on

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The pages were doused with pixy dust. They left glitter in my hands and yours. Nothing mattered because we mattered. The lost boy was found ...

This is the why... — by Peter Stella on

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You make my social anxiety more mellow. You help me to get up and fight. You make it easy to try. You help me when I feel stressed and lone...

It was always here. — by Peter Stella on

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"I'm not a river or a giant bird That soars to the sea And if I'm never tied to anything I'll never be free I wanted ma...

Not for nothing — by Peter Stella on

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~Molly Peter and the Star Catcher

life is but a dream — by Peter Stella on

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          I used to think that time was important. I thought I needed to hold on to the future, and nothing else. Then you walked in, and ti...

Things I love: Part 1 — by Peter Stella on

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*The feeling that comes right after tons of company leaves, and the house is silent and still. *Going to my loft to read or listen to music...

Threads and Summer and Balloons and Canyons — by Peter Stella on

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  I'm off to the last road trip of the Summer. Now I can reflect on everything. This Summer was nothing like last Summer and I d...