Rose Addams was born to be a fighter. She grew up to become the strongest boxer. But after the death of her father she gives it all up. All her time is now consumed with studies and taking care of her little brother since her own mother seems to never be around. Her friends try to take her out to parties, anything that would bring Rose back to life but she discarded that lifestyle for a long time. That is until she was forced to attend one. This is where a certain badboy happens to walk into her life, a very devilishly handsome eighteen year old who happens to be more than meets the eye. But what happens when Rose finds out that there's more to the schools badboy? What if he's involved in something much bigger? What if her past becomes both their present? Will she run away or will she fall hard? Are they truly destined to be together?

❝Her view on the world was magical. His was depressing.❞ -- They were total opposites that were lonely together. Now, she is lonely alone.

me: "hi" him: "hey"

and god, i love you. // inspired by "art class" by rhiannon mcgavin // #68 in poetry

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]

feelings within a couple of words

❝Wrap me up like a present and put me away, and when it gets cold I'll be yours.❞

After getting her heart broken, she decides to email her ex- but she does not send it. Little did she know, he does the same thing. Copyright © 2015. All Rights Reserved.

"We called it zero o’clock. Because to us time wasn’t about the number, it was about the feeling. And zero o’clock was the feeling of not being able to sleep but at the same time not caring. It brought this weird ataraxia and for some reason we liked it." His name was Finn, and his biggest flaw was himself ...even though he would never admit. He used to kiss me on the my forehead and when he did his eyes would glow in ways most eyes shouldn't. This isn't a love story though. We were insomniacs, and the restless don't find love, they find sleep. So when I look at his empty chair in class, or realize I miss his kisses I tell myself he's sleeping, and pretend he's not gone. Coming Soon in January 2015