*ೃ༄ 𝘑𝘰𝘩𝘯𝘯𝘺 𝘒𝘢𝘷𝘢𝘯𝘢𝘨𝘩 𝘩𝘢𝘴 𝘣𝘦𝘦𝘯 𝘪𝘯 𝘭𝘰𝘷𝘦 𝘸𝘪𝘵𝘩 𝘩𝘦𝘳 𝘧𝘰𝘳 𝘺𝘦𝘢𝘳𝘴 - 𝘢 𝘲𝘶𝘪𝘦𝘵, 𝘴𝘵𝘦𝘢𝘥𝘺 𝘬𝘪𝘯𝘥 𝘰𝘧 𝘭𝘰𝘷𝘦 𝘵𝘩𝘢𝘵 𝘭𝘪𝘯𝘨𝘦𝘳𝘴 𝘫𝘶𝘴𝘵 𝘣𝘦𝘯𝘦𝘢𝘵𝘩 𝘵𝘩𝘦 𝘴𝘶𝘳𝘧𝘢𝘤𝘦, 𝘶𝘯𝘴𝘦𝘦𝘯 𝘢𝘯𝘥 𝘶𝘯𝘴𝘱𝘰𝘬𝘦𝘯. 𝘘𝘶𝘪𝘯𝘯 𝘞𝘩𝘪𝘵𝘮𝘰𝘳𝘦 𝘪𝘴 𝘴𝘰𝘧𝘵 𝘢𝘯𝘥 𝘴𝘸𝘦𝘦𝘵, 𝘵𝘩𝘦 𝘬𝘪𝘯𝘥 𝘰𝘧 𝘨𝘪𝘳𝘭 𝘸𝘩𝘰 𝘥𝘳𝘪𝘧𝘵𝘴 𝘵𝘩𝘳𝘰𝘶𝘨𝘩 𝘭𝘪𝘧𝘦 𝘶𝘯𝘯𝘰𝘵𝘪𝘤𝘦𝘥, 𝘶𝘯𝘢𝘸𝘢𝘳𝘦 𝘰𝘧 𝘵𝘩𝘦 𝘸𝘢𝘺 𝘩𝘪𝘴 𝘦𝘺𝘦𝘴 𝘧𝘰𝘭𝘭𝘰𝘸 𝘩𝘦𝘳 𝘦𝘷𝘦𝘳𝘺 𝘮𝘰𝘷𝘦, 𝘸𝘢𝘪𝘵𝘪𝘯𝘨 𝘧𝘰𝘳 𝘵𝘩𝘦 𝘮𝘰𝘮𝘦𝘯𝘵 𝘴𝘩𝘦 𝘮𝘪𝘨𝘩𝘵 𝘧𝘪𝘯𝘢𝘭𝘭𝘺 𝘴𝘦𝘦 𝘩𝘪𝘮-𝘯𝘰𝘵 𝘫𝘶𝘴𝘵 𝘢𝘴 𝘩𝘦𝘳 𝘣𝘳𝘰𝘵𝘩𝘦𝘳'𝘴 𝘧𝘳𝘪𝘦𝘯𝘥, 𝘣𝘶𝘵 𝘢𝘴 𝘴𝘰𝘮𝘦𝘵𝘩𝘪𝘯𝘨 𝘮𝘰𝘳𝘦. ೃ༄

"I'll hold you now, okay? I'll be that someone for whatever you need." Indi, an aspiring artist and the daughter of one of the best baseball players of all time, is in her junior year of high school. She's always stressed over keeping up with her academics, but something about this year is different. The anxiety is at an all time high, especially since this is the school year that matters the most. She hardly has time for family, let alone friends, and definitely NOT romance. Except, when her brother's best friend Ezra begins hanging around the house more often, a love story begins to seem a little more realistic in her life than it has in all the years before him. For the first time since high school started, she begins to consider whether or not her studies are more important than the memories that she's missing out on. #1-brothersbestfriend #1-onebed #3-girlxboy #4-clean #4-baseball #7-artist #11-teenromance #12-friendstolovers No pictures or songs are mine!

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Last time I checked the two of us were messier. joey lynch / BOYS OF TOMMEN

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Love blackens the lamb. STEVE HARRINGTON ♰ cranewives, 2022. ╲ cover by dancefevers

BUZZCUT SEASON ! ˚୨୧⋆｡˚ ⋆ cola with the burnt-out taste i'm the one you tell your fears to there'll never be enough of us (jacob elordi x fem!oc) real life + social media copyright © 2024 - saturncreek

Strange house we must keep and fill. House that eats, and pleads, and kills. ▍ AN ORIGINAL STORY ╱ historical romantic melodrama! Cape Iris was swathed in lilacs and lilies. A small land of pure fragrance. A honey scene of air soft dandelion tuffs encased by a large pool of Himalayan salt and ivory sand beaches. The Chevaliers ruled that place. (The Chevaliers ruled the world.) Whispers were harsh, tones full of lead at the mention of the Chevaliers wealth. They were gold emblemed, star-studded, but there was something about them. Something the world raised their necks, clearing the ears, eager to know. What do you know about the Chevaliers? Nothing. No one knows a thing. Some said the father had multiple wives. Some said the mother had a lobotomy. Some said the son had a drug problem. Some said the daughter murdered the Lowry boy. But everyone talks. So does money. And the Chevalier's had a lot of it. But no one could pay Killian Alcott, esteemed writer, enough to keep his fingers off the typewriter and his prying eyes away from the Chevalier's that dreaded Summer of 1954. But there was one Chevalier in particular that left an impression. Call it a mark. A wound within flesh. A narrowed confession only spoken between two. And that single impression doomed the Chevalier name. Isn't that the best part of a story? The tragedy. ❪ m!oc & m!oc ❫ ❪ f!oc & m!oc ❫ 𓊝 written by april PEARLJARS © 2024 COVER by the amazing @morstern ❤︎

You walk a fine line between god and animal. Teen Wolf.