"Without you I'm colourblind; it's raining everytime I open my eyes." Her life was a black and white movie; literally. Until she met the boy who painted her a clear blue sky. Without him she's lost, insecure, and to top it all off, colourblind. *** inspired by troye sivan's song "blue"
Kenma and Kuroo realize that they have feelings for Akaashi and Bokuto. So they start a polyamorous relationship. But as the school year goes on, they realize it's going to have it's down sides.
a teens navigation through life, growing up. i like to write poetry so these a just where i put my thoughts. thank you for using your precious time to read my word vomit!
"We were complete opposites. Jackson's life before me consisted of him pushing away anyone who tried to get close, while I wore my heart on my sleeve." ---------------------------- Maggie Carpenter is a waitress at a high-end club in Arizona who loves nothing more than a quiet night cozying up with a good book. One...
Three things. A boy who loves to piss her off. A girl who loves to annoy him. And them understanding what it's like to feel love, while being scared of it at the same time [I flick his forehead with my pointer finger, "You're an ass," He leans down further near my ear so only I can hear him. "Y'know you're kinda cute...
❝LOVE PLANTED A ROSE, AND THE WORLD TURNED SWEET.❞ - Thomas Sands is a Fine Arts graduate working in The Attic, a cosy coffee shop along Parkview Boulevard, in order to earn money for painting materials for his freelance work. Though he works as a cashier in the usually busy coffee shop, he still dedicates most of his...
This is just a book filled with pictures that remind me of the fantastic book 'Like Hurricanes' by live-artistically. You can check out the actual book at this link: https://www.wattpad.com/story/55920928-like-hurricanes-wattys-2016 I'll be adding more in the future!
Based on Troye Sivan's Blue Neighbourhood trilogy. ❝What if we just drove away?" he asked me, hands on the railing. "Leave this blue neighbourhood?" His curls were in artful disarray. I wanted to kiss him. "Where would we go?" I asked. Lately, he'd been talking about blue neighbourhoods a lot. According to him, a b...
A series of letters to a once best friend, a series of letters he may never get to read. There are 73 days in summer, and that means 73 days of change. From a suicidal, depressed, self-harm addicted teenager into a (hopefully) stable young woman, this journal, written to my once best friend, chronicles my recovery. Th...
On depression, and recovery. ❝Perhaps this is our kingdom, perhaps our crowns are the green specks of light that fall into our hair. And perhaps this is our fantasy, and perhaps we have no crowns but collars, collars that bind us to our differences and drive away the threat of being alike. Or perhaps we have both cro...
Cigarettes, lilac skies and poetry at 3am: sixteen-year-old Pietro ''Pit'' Rossi knows the adrenaline of feeling empty and infinite at the same time. With the reputation of a goofy idiot who doesn't care about anything at all, getting held back at school doesn't seem like a problem. But it is. Because Pit cares about...
