rev·er·ie (n.) the state of being pleasantly lost in one's thoughts; a daydream [first person pov] [ xander hawthorne x fem!oc ] [ pre-inheritance games―ongoing! ] [ extended summary inside ] REVERIE © SADANGELEYES.

WARNING: THIS BOOK WILL MAKE YOU CRY Disclaimer: None of these stories are mine

hi That's a poetry book, with my own poems. It's my second, the first one was Gumusservi, check it out if you're bored or something :) I'd appreciate if you'd read the first few chapters of this one Thank you for reading, have a nice day (Alsooo I'm just a stupid teenage boy who is definitely too lovesick haha so if u don't mind)

"You're gone and I gotta stay high all the time, to keep you off my mind."

They had never had someone like Ash. They had never had a pyromaniac. They had never had someone with a mind that understood the Maze. They had never had someone who could get them out. As We Watch the World Burn book one, The Maze Runner [book] fanfiction, featuring Bastille quotes

"You don't even understand the things I wanna do to you right now" "Then why don't you do them?" "Because you hate me" "Don't remind me" Inspired by the song daylight by David Kushner

to think you could ever love me and live. TOM RIDDLE ©soundgardens 2021 ~completed~

"If you notice, I have kept the blueberry confections for myself and gave you" -he shuddered, eyeing Avery's scone with disdain- "the LEMON-flavored scones. Such is the depth of my loathing for you personally and on principle." He handed me a blueberry scone under the table.

The feeling that washed over me as I watched their houses burn down was indescribable, but the complete calm that engulfed me as I listened to their cries for help was infinitely better. As I fell asleep to the sounds of screams each night, I couldn't help but smile. I wouldn't expect anyone to understand. Many people don't know how to find calm, or where to look for her, but I sure did. You see, she liked to play hide and seek a lot, but she'd always be the one hiding and I'd always be the one seeking, and some people might call that unfair but I enjoyed being the seeker. It made me feel important; if I couldn't find calm, then no one ever would. But believe me, she's always found. I am the best goddamn seeker this world has ever seen. // A short story I wrote for an English Assignment

Things you feel when you start to lose your mind in the form of poems This is my first time writing poems so don't hate