~12:03 am~ To: "sex god" Mikey i wish we could meet. ~12:07 am~ From: "sex god" Mikey one day, we will. Sequel: Connected

"all i'm sure of is i love you like the constellations love the sky and the plants love the sun. your voice was the soundtrack of my summer. your eyes shine brighter than the lightning that strikes the ground in the spring. you're completely unlike any other. you're my thunder." warning: this is possibly the cringiest story i've ever written i am so sorry

: where two neighbours find themselves restless at the same time, 2:00 am.

"Michael I'm sorry." Reena sobbed. "I should just get out of your life. I have problems. I throw my problems at you. I became your problem." She had lost a lot. And Reena definitely wasn't the best fighter. But she had found someone that might be able to help her. Could Michael face the challenges he would have to help her overcome?

Ghosts, spirits, dead people who have yet to cross over; whatever you want to call them I talk to them. I talk to the people who are stuck between death and the light. It's called being frozen and you become frozen when you have regrets of things you never did when you were alive. I help them and this is my story of the first time one ended up helping me in return. This story is dedicated to Simon. 29/6-1995 - 28/7-2014 I miss you ♡ © Olivia Wahlström, 2014

❞in which two runaways meet in the streets of new york city❞

Not all little girls dream of walking down the isle but that doesn't mean they never will. (Michael Clifford wedding imagine)