"what I think is this: you should give up looking for lost cats and start searching for the other half of your shadow." PERSONAL @MATCHIMOCHI 2018

Change isn't treated well in the slaughterhouse. Aria learnt that far too late. OR - in which seven hopefuls do whatever it takes to become the star of the ballet season

In which a conscientious college student, Park Jongseong gets caught up in the middle of Kim Anais and Lee Heeseung's romantic affairs after their first kiss at the party. Until he eventually falls in love deeper and desperately pursues her, not knowing that his self-reputation will be tarnished by Anais' dark little secret. . . mature content included! (skip if you're a minor) rank no.3 on #jayenhypen (1 january) rank no.2 on #jayenhypen (21 january)

"You're fifteen." A story in which humor wins over hearts. "Just give me the damn vodka." camilo x fem!reader COMPLETE I DO NOT OWN ANY OF THE ENCANTO CHARACTERS!

"Aw, shit. Well, if we weren't dead before, we sure as hell are now." Jeonghan says that the end goal is to stay alive. Jisoo is convinced that the only real objective is to fuck shit up. Seungcheol has no faith in either of them and, quite frankly, kind of feels like passing out. They're not the best trio, but they'll have to do, because Jeonghan is the only one who knows what he's doing and Seungcheol is not trying to die before he sees 21. ⋆ Seventeen Government Dystopia AU | Primarily Jihancheol centric | Slow updates but who's surprised? | © okidos 07/15/18 - /xx/xx/xx

xviii, april. (iv). gravestones as empty as the bodies buried beneath them. © playlist poetry

"You're atheist," I remind him. "You don't believe in god." "I believe in you," He murmurs, letting the cigarette hang from his lips. "I believe in whatever you believe." He says, letting the confession roll off his tongue as if it were that simple. As if god, the devil, heaven, hell-as if none of it really had meaning to him. "That's not how it works," I mutter as we walk down a few more alleyways-the city of Manhattan coated in a light blanket of snow. Henry Vitiello had never had anything to pray for, that is, until he met me-the only thing that had ever opened his mind up to the possibility of religion "Isn't it?" He argues, taking the cigarette by his middle and pointer finger before blowing the smoke out. "I'II dip my hands in holy water if it means I could touch you." "You'd probably burn." 𓆩♡𓆪 𝐇𝐄𝐍𝐑𝐘 𝐕𝐈𝐓𝐈𝐄𝐋𝐋𝐎, the reaper. He's a prick. An asshole. A pretentious son of a bitch. He's not perfect. He's not even decent. But he's hers. She could be a bottle labeled poison but he was an alcoholic, and he had drunk her empty. Now he was hungover. 𝐉𝐀𝐍𝐄 𝐈𝐕𝐄𝐑𝐒, the healer. She's known to be the perfect good girl, with perfect grades and a perfect life with a perfect family. They didn't know that behind the gated doors of their billion dollar estate, she was strapped down to a chair every night and picked apart just to be put back together in time for supper. 𓆩♡𓆪 star-crossed; adjective (of a person or a plan) thwarted by bad luck. 'star-crossed lovers' and that, they were. So they fucked under those very stars that tried so desperately to break them apart. 𓆩♡𓆪 ‼️DISCLAIMER ‼️ BOOK REFERENCES TO MARA DYER, SHATTER ME, MIND FUCK, ETC ARE ALL INTENTIONAL SO DONT BE RUDE. AS FOR TRIGGER WARN

Going to a university far from home where no one knows you and instantly making friends with the elite seemed like a good idea at the time. After finding yourself in drama and bad situations and of course, catching the eye of the infamous playboy eren jaeger, things begin to take a turn for the worst. ❧ set in college, all characters 18+, no titan powers, set in normal world. smut. content for 18+. talk about drugs and sex. talk of SA/ SA action. drug use warning. talk of stress eating disorder. talk of suicide and suicidal action. talk about death and killing. DV/violence scenes. reader discretion is advised. enjoy. cover art credit to: lunarells !! please do not ask to translate/repost my work!!

college hockey player Wes Graham has tormented Adare Wells since they were in the first grade. pulling her hair, breaking her crayons, calling her names-- anything to get her attention. they spend all of high school together, never giving each other the time of day until they end up on first day of university. there's only one empty seat, and it's next to Adare. even though Adare hates Wes and he's an asshole to her, they both have some baggage that only each other seem to understand.