"Come on babe." Evan insists. "Please? For me?" I look around, considering my options. The party has started to die down, and the small lake further into the woods is pretty concealed. "Fine." I sigh, grinning. "Really?" He smirks. "You'll skinny dip with me?" I pause. "Sure." "Great." He says. "I love you Harper." ...
" keep telling yourself that it's just a game " in which 9 teenagers thought that this was just a game.
[NEW ONE] ❝You have to help me, Ella.❞❝Why should I? You're scaring the living crap out of me,❞ she breathed out.❝Please, Ella, you're the only one who can help me.❞
in which a suicidal girl who frequently changes nail colors exchanges notes with the lonely blonde boy from her biology class. © -moonlits 2014
in which a day care worker emails a little girl's father. © 2015 webby | bonnaroo
“why are you wearing a skirt?” “because i’m fabulous” “you’re a boy.” “a fabulous boy that still skates better than you.” … or the one where every time luke sees ashton he's wearing a different skirt. (crossdresser!ashton au)
❝We're going to pretend as if we fit in here. We're going to fit in, act insane and not let anything ruin who we are.❞ [on very long hold]
"shouldn't you be fucking with somebody your age?" "you're only a year older than me, asshole." | m.c. + multi-fandom au |
in which 8 teenagers sit around the campfire telling scary stories, unaware of the 9th listening in
"Give me ten days, and I can give you ten reasons not to die." Evan paused. "And if I can't change your mind by then, you can go jump off that cliff."
Imagine this. The world has gone to hell and all man-kind are left undead, roaming about for those who survived. You have remained unscathed with more than enough food and weapons. But that all turns upside down when four boys suddenly march into your life, leaving you to die. © han 2014 [partially based off the movie...
by the fourth of july the children had died ranked #65 mystery / thriller 8.8.14
For months Summer is trapped in a cellar with the man who took her - and three other girls: Rose, Poppy, and Violet. His perfect, pure flowers. His family. But flowers can't survive long cut off from the sun, and time is running out...
" I don't need to write a paragraph comparing your eyes to stars, or string together sentences about how your touch makes me shiver. Our love was poetic before I scribbled one stupid messy word down about you, I loved you with every bone in my body, and if that isn't poetic, I don't know what is." I screamed.
