olivia white, or should i say, the new nev and max. all rights reserved. copyright © 2014 | fxckmuke

❝It was a little after eight-the sky a void of raspberry and periwinkle and lavender carnations-and possibly the most humid day in the middle of July when I first saw him tagging the side of an abandoned building next to the rundown Mini-Mart.❞ - Young Writer's Short Story Contest Finalist.

Where a naive girl with lots of baggage and a rockstar that can't seem to think of anyone but himself fall in love over the span of 24 hours

"7:15, that's our time."

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«Hey, Jean. En serio, disculpa mi anonimato, pero quería decirte algo importante: ¡Me encantas!».

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]

ⓒⓤⓡⓛⓢ She didn't know who she really was until she met her. The girl with blonde curls and a blinding smile who lit up the world with the twinkle in her eyes. First love hurts like a bitch, especially when you fall in love with someone you're not supposed to. A story of coming out, finding oneself, love, heartbreak, and healing. {Poetry #57 / Short Story #77} {Poetry #43 / Short Story #71} {Poetry #33 / Short Story #60} 3/9/14

«Hey, Jean. En serio, disculpa mi anonimato, pero quería decirte algo importante: ¡Me encantas!».