"Hello, this is the rejection hotline. The person who gave you this number just isn't that interested, so move on. If you feel like ranting to someone, press one to speak to a live representative. But otherwise, get a grip, they were out of your league."
[book one in the suicide series] i probably should've talked him out of it. but how could i when i was standing right next to him? was it a leap of faith? or a selfish escape? i'll leave it for you to decide.
[on hold] ❝and in this state of perpetual living, we learn what it means, to be alive.❞ life, in the point of view of two self-declared pessimists. beware: this is some deep-ass shit so if that's not your thing, i don't recommend that you read this
[book four in the suicide series] he's softly rubbing his finger over the engraved initials in the holster. shiny silver bullets peeking out of the barrel. it's beautiful. haunting. tragic. the prettiest pleasures are the ones that are unintentional. was it okay for us to be doing this? it's your job to think about.
[book three in the suicide series] it was a freaking pencil sharpener, but we weren't paying attention to that. all i could see was tarnished silver and dark red blood. i was happy. he was smiling a crooked kind of smile that made me wonder. you can call it the easy way out. i like to think it's finally setting myself...
❝i'm blind,❞ luke muttered. ❝nice to meet you, blind. im michael.❞ © 2014 michaelsvans {#1 fanfiction - 9/28/14} {#8 teen fiction - 9/18/14} cover by @michaelclifford
♡you're wanting a second chance. but i can't. i'm afraid i'm not that strong♡ a story about a love's return, when it was just starting to become a memory.
Hayley and Nate fell in love when she was 18. Along the way he began to change. His violence has taken over and shes found her self in too deep. Will anyone be able to save her from the one she loved...