❝Maybe if it rains again, I'll see you a second time.❞ © 2014 All Rights Reserved - wonderrland

both of them had a sketchbook, only his paper was his skin and his pencil was his razor ©GENIALLY JANUARY 2014

"Her hazel eyes seemed to scintillate, as though the stars itself had been poured into two twinkling, golden rings. She looked at me watchfully, unsure of me and my uncharacteristically bold move. Everything was so much clearer when I was with her - like the world was bathed in constant sunlight and everyone, even she, suddenly belonged." ---- © 2013-2015 velvetmalik. All rights reserved.

✖ She lived her life in the luxurious avenues of Manhattan. He lived his life in the graffiti filled streets of Williamsburg, Brooklyn. They had lived merely one subway stop apart their entire life, but with a world of difference. trailer by @validus Copyrights 2013 © arietem

Zayn Malik is the new student in school. But with his black, odd tangled tattoos, twisting their way up his olive skin on his neck and arms - it's clear he is not ordinary. And he's going to make her world turn upside down - so nothing will be as before. [first book in the academy series] All Rights Reserved 2013 © arietem

[ONGOING] Callie Silverstone – the sweet something, that wore pieces of material instead of headbands – had worked in the grungy odds and sods shop that sold vintage Marilyn Monroe posters, vinyl records, run-down guitars and a bit of everything else, for a total of seven months. Zayn Malik had entered the store on an October afternoon, the setting sun casting an eerie orange glow over the city. He wore headphones around his neck and a grey denim jacket slung around his shoulders. A flimsy cigarette dangled from his chapped lips and his dark eyes held a certain mystery. Callie and Zayn were opposites – no doubt about it – but you know what they say; “opposites attract.” cover by the beautiful AlexandraJoy © sttarbucks

One princess. No prince. One throne. No heir. One wedding. No love. {Zayn Malik -- not famous} {Coming January, 2014} {Cover by the beautiful @TheEmmaZebas} {©2013 horanslilacprincess}

in which a girl and a boy both feel like the puzzle piece that doesn't belong. "but they're all so-they're great, you know? girls all love them and i'm just me. i'm the thumb." "but a hand doesn't function without a thumb, z, remember that." or in other words, a collection of conversations between two lifelong best friends at half-three in the morning. (based off the song "half a heart") - all rights reserved 2014 © cathartics - january 27th: fanfiction #378, poetry #85

❝he's grey and skylar's color and they complement each other like hot rain on dry asphalt.❞ in which he has ptsd and doesn't do well with change. until her, that is. - I WROTE THIS WHEN I WAS THIRTEEN, OKAY. BE NICE. - all rights reserved 2013 © cathartics

[coming soon] ▻ ❝I'm about to drive in the ocean I'ma try to swim from something bigger than me Kick off my shoes and swim good, and swim good❞ ◅ A depressed twenty-one year old and outgoing London lad. Both are known for the complete opposites. Ones a knit sweater bookworm and the other's a twenty year old limitless lad. So how the hell do these two couples cross path? © 2013 by wreckedkids All rights reserved.