I could cry underwater and no one would know. That's why I took up swimming, really. All my cries and sobs and calls for help would just come out as tiny pockets of air that could easily fade away once they burst. They didn't have to mean anything, and no one would ever know how much I wanted to weight myself down and let the water drown me.
Luke is in a street fight in the slums of New York, he tends to win a lot. Is your character a bystander? A fighter? Do they fight Luke? (its a dystopian type place, feel free to make up mutations or powers)
— on days like this // Noor Unnahar's writing journal entry # 48 (read full entry here: https://www.instagram.com/p/BMT1137BwMw/?taken-by=noor_unnahar) // words, quotes, journal, art journal, journaling, inspiration, flatlay, tumblr white aesthetics, scrapbooking, creative photography //