seven parts of me [on hold]
❝ because seven times is so much more and so much less than i could've asked for. ❞
❝ because seven times is so much more and so much less than i could've asked for. ❞
Olivia Harris has one dream: to become a professional photographer. She’s determined and even went out of her way to intern at a well known photography company. Olivia knows that doing so may give her an opportunity to pursue her dream a step further. What she doesn't know is that, sometimes, expectations don't go as...
❝ See you met me at an interesting time. If my past is any sign of your future, You should be warned before I let you inside ❞ * * * The only word that could describe Beatrice Brown is 'wrecked'. Her life is a mess, her family is a mess, and the only person she could trust was dead. So much for self-pity? Hell no. So...
This is just a sneak peak of book two of Dream Walker Chronicles, When She Wakes (formerly Obscures). Only the first 3 chapters are up. I am hoping for it to be published later this year. There are also several of the songs that helped inspire the events in the book. I apologize for any swear words that might be in...
The Wandering Tales. Stories that have been lost for eons. But now, they have been slowly reconfigured. I shall reveal them to you. They tell of tales where certain non human parts of this Life... Sort of sneak up on you. These might have been one of your friends, perhaps an enemy. But almost everything that has happe...
Compilation of dark poems. - Trigger Warning. Highest Rankings: Poetry #24 Short Story #44 (7·07·14)
❝Love is banned. Affection is forbidden. Lust is prohibited. In a world where relationships are decided by the government, maybe the only way to keep Nora and Ryan's love alive is to write letters. Between them both, they wrote thirty-nine letters. The fortieth letter went unanswered.❞ // ©ThatReeader 2015. All Righ...
She was alone. Not that she really minded, it was all that she had ever known...until a friendly stranger waltzes into her messed up life. With his assistance, will Clarissa learn how to live, and maybe love? Cover by: maiagujo
"You're just a girl, not even a pretty one. You were just something to fill my spare time, nothing more. And these? Well they're just notes."
"Maybe dreams stay dreams so that the nightmares will still feel worse than reality...." A collection of works in her forbidden hours, raw and new. I'm not a particular fan of collection pieces, but it's been highly requested so.. I'm going to try.
To Dylan: i just miss you. - A series of texts in which she experiences depression in the most vicarious way possible, and love is just the tune playing lowly in the background. - [Trigger Warnings for: Depression, Thoughts of Suicide, Self-Harm] [Dylan is a boy, and Anabelle is a girl, to clear things up]
❝ i miss the way your name tastes like forbidden toxins on my lips. ❞ copyright - all rights reserved
Liberty has lost herself and is searching for true freedom and that comfortable in between. This is a series of poems dealing with depression, anxiety and coping. I aim for this progressive work to be positive and up-building even if it does touch on pain. ~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~ Copyright © 2014 by Car...
❝ sometimes you need to leave the people you love most because they're better off without you. ❞ // sequel to "letters to you." copyright, all rights reserved. [lowercase intended.]
and so I will take you through the years of her existence as she contemplates how long it was supposed to be.
A new poetry collection called just. It is called Just because it is just poetry about just some feelings and sometimes they talk about just me ,and sometimes the poems are written due to my inspiration by just some songs and quotes. Poetry #27 / Random #85 (12-6-2014)
"i remember." © ALL RIGHTS RESERVED. 2015. N. A. The sequel to 'Boy' is 'Funnybones' and is available to read on my profile.
he·do·nism\ˈhē-də-ˌni-zəm\ noun : the belief that pleasure or happiness is the most important goal in life
What monsters hide under your bed? Or more importantly, i n y o u r h e a d ? *trigger warning*? ***trigger warning*** (when applies: lowercase is intentional)
One bridge. Two guys. Three secrets. Four therapists. Five attempts. Six months. Seven bad habits. Eight family meetings. Nine visits. Ten cuts. One death. Spiritual #4
"There is nothing to writing. All you do is sit at a typewriter and bleed." a collection of capricious drabbles. © Valarie Rae, two thousand and thirteen.