A collection of thoughts from me. Some incoherent, Some understandable. 2017 edition.

Boy meets magic. Boy meets death.

WATTPAD FEATURED STORY Daniel Evans is trying not to let his crush on Jonah Clarke get in the way of their new found friendship, because Jonah Clarke is definitely not gay. Placed third in the Valentine's Day Contest hosted by @taygetsthegay

Imagine living your life waiting for a single touch-a touch that will change everything. [Book #2 of the Soulmate Series] ©felicitate | 2015

He's a would-be college student stacking books in the local library. She's a high school senior nearing graduation. He leads a life of organized chaos and she's living by the book. He's free but all she can see are consequences. You can't control who you fall in love with. [To be published end of summer 2025. Stay tuned for details.]

// DON'T READ THIS I AM WARNING YOU DO NOT READ THIS IT'S HORRIBLE AND CRINGE WORTHY AND CHEESY AF AND DEFINITELY NOT IN THE GOOD WAY AND OHMYGOD I CAN'T BELIEVE I WROTE THIS PLS DON'T YOU'LL BE SAVING YOURSELF FROM HORRENDOUS WRITING AND ME FROM EMBARRASSMENT AND LITERALLY I'M JUST KEEPING THIS UP BC IT HAS 100K READS, SOMETHING I THOUGHT I'D NEVER ACHIEVE, BUT PLEASE I AM BEGGING YOU, DON'T FUCKING READ IT. DON'T SAY I DIDN'T WARN YOU, DUDE. // "Let's go somewhere," he said. "Where?" she asked, wide-eyed. "Let's go to see the stars." *** Audrey's mother had always said he would grow up to be handsome. Handsome and dangerous. [Adventure #23 // ChickLit #47 // Teen Fiction #503]

and god, i love you. // inspired by "art class" by rhiannon mcgavin // #68 in poetry

❝Nights are for talking.❞ [Short Story #36]

"Love is..." I explored my brain to find the most suitable word in my dictionary that could fit in the definition I was trying to say; the definition that could make the jerk, sitting opposite me with a smirk on his face, believe in 'love'. "Bullshit?" He offered with a huge arrogant smirk on his face and no matter how much I agreed with him on this particular matter, I couldn't agree. So, instead of nodding my head in agreement, I scowled at him. His smirk grew bigger and he leaned away from me, gazing at me with his piercing grey eyes. "Finding it hard to make me believe in love when you yourself don't believe in that shit, huh?" With his piercing grey gaze fixed on my every move, I realized that 'being the devil's cupid' was going to be a lot tougher than I had initially thought. (By the author of 'And We Meet Again')