❝the last things i saw were the headlights.❞

Unexpected, strange and secret, but the sun streamed through the trees and the driveway sparkled in the frost, and she didn't care about anything else, she was happy for a little while with him.

It's a well known fact we all descend from stardust. What's to stop us from going back? {because I'm in love with the sky}

short poems/ short stories for here and there

{Will and Lauren- sequel to Faded} If I don't get my hopes up high, I can't be disappointed- By you, by anyone.

Erin West and Lewis Telling: How will they ever arrange their jumbled thoughts?

We grow old eventually {here are the waking thoughts that consume me}

❝ he told her the story about how the sun loved the moon so much, he died every night just to let her breathe. ❞ {memoirs from a girl who didn't realize how much he cared until it was too late.}

Because in the end, we are all irrelevant. Especially me. {A series of notes and letters written by a girl called Chloe McMullen, found in places you would least expect}