"Her hazel eyes seemed to scintillate, as though the stars itself had been poured into two twinkling, golden rings. She looked at me watchfully, unsure of me and my uncharacteristically bold move. Everything was so much clearer when I was with her - like the world was bathed in constant sunlight and everyone, even she, suddenly belonged." ---- © 2013-2015 velvetmalik. All rights reserved.

✖ She lived her life in the luxurious avenues of Manhattan. He lived his life in the graffiti filled streets of Williamsburg, Brooklyn. They had lived merely one subway stop apart their entire life, but with a world of difference. trailer by @validus Copyrights 2013 © arietem

in which a girl and a boy both feel like the puzzle piece that doesn't belong. "but they're all so-they're great, you know? girls all love them and i'm just me. i'm the thumb." "but a hand doesn't function without a thumb, z, remember that." or in other words, a collection of conversations between two lifelong best friends at half-three in the morning. (based off the song "half a heart") - all rights reserved 2014 © cathartics - january 27th: fanfiction #378, poetry #85

"I'm sorry it has to end this way," he told me. We were sitting on a park bench in a deserted park . I was wearing his jacket since it was cold out. The wind was making my long black hair fly into his face. He was breaking up with me. "I just don't understand..." "You'll be fine without me..." "Do you really have to leave?" "I have to. You know I want to be a singer..." "And I want to be a pianist..." "Then go for your dreams..." "But my dreams include you in them..." "Please don't leave." I'm Jillian Baker and this is my story. My story of how my entire life was changed by one boy.

simple things from my imagination.

"Zayn," he spoke, smoke leaving his lips once again as he dropped the cigarette to the ground, stepping on it with his dark boots. His hand darted in between us as he awaited a response. "January," I said faintly, grabbing his hand. "Nice," he chuckled, making the first move to release my cold fingers. His hands held a nice warmness to them. "Like the month," he nodded. "I like it." *** » read the sequel here http://my.w.tt/UiNb/y9izHftVhv

Skye Noelle. That's what her mother named her. She thought it sounded badass. Through all her life, her name was the only special thing about her. Well, not anymore. Now there was more, so much more. But she didn't want it. She was perfectly okay with being ordinary; she thought special was overrated anyways. All she wanted was to get back to her boring old life. But that wasn't happening. HE wouldn't let her. He, well, he was special too... but in a different way. Skye wasn't sure how different, but she knew he was special enough to know about her... gift? No. Curse. Yeah, that would be more fitting. Cᴏᴘʏʀɪɢʜᴛ © 2015 Liz_Vega

Zayn Malik is the new student in school. But with his black, odd tangled tattoos, twisting their way up his olive skin on his neck and arms - it's clear he is not ordinary. And he's going to make her world turn upside down - so nothing will be as before. [first book in the academy series] All Rights Reserved 2013 © arietem

❝I'm so smooth that when people talk to me they slip and fall.❞ ❝I must be one of your victims, for i sure have fallen for you.❞ © CynicalCaroline 2014 All Rights Reserved.

❝he's grey and skylar's color and they complement each other like hot rain on dry asphalt.❞ in which he has ptsd and doesn't do well with change. until her, that is. - I WROTE THIS WHEN I WAS THIRTEEN, OKAY. BE NICE. - all rights reserved 2013 © cathartics