He was a tattoo artist by day, a painter by night. He possessed what is commonly known as an addictive personality. Perhaps inherited. He had always been like that. He liked to ink his body. He liked to coat his lungs in smoke. He craved adrenalin rushes. He certainly enjoyed hot cups of coffee. Oh, and his paintin...
Harry can't take what he's surrounded by anymore. It's all fake. Everything around him, everything's he's been built on. He's beginning to feel like he has become fake. He flees to get away from life for a while, escaping to a quaint coastal town in the Western Cape of South Africa that embodies 'the middle of nowhe...
~complete~ Charlotte is as sweet as a strawberry. She's the kind of person who will drop everything just to help you, just to put a smile on your face. She's as sweet as the sugar that constantly runs through her bloodstream, and as excitable as the rush that comes with it. And then there's Benjamin, who's as sour as...
❝But who could love me? I am out of my mind.❞ in which a troubled man becomes infatuated with a frivolous girl over bitter coffee, midnight talks, and a journal full of secrets. © louminosity 2015 cover by: @scxlpture