Like a bolt of lightning, this stupid boy appeared in my life. First day of summer break between first and second grade, he just appeared- standing on my porch like he was born there. Straight brown hair, wide dark eyes and a fresh sunburn across his cheeks. He was already talking before I even opened the door. I don't know how it happened but it's been ten years. And he's still here. Talking, whether or not I'm listening. Laughing, even if no one else is. He's still too quick- racing around the world like he's scared he's going to miss it. He's gotten taller...much taller. His hair is a little longer, a little wavier, but under the light it still looks the same golden brown it did when we were nine. And now, finally, he was a high school graduate. We both were. Like a bolt of lightning he appeared and like the sun he refused to disappear. _____________________________________________ I fell asleep with my chin pointed at him, the outline of his face being the last thing I saw. How was I supposed to do this? It had always been difficult, hiding this secret, keeping him close. But now, my focus was starting to slip. I couldn't see anything but his lips, his hands, his smile. I couldn't hear anything but my name in his mouth, his jagged breaths and that loud laugh. How am I supposed to be okay with this? How am I supposed to focus on anything other than him? #1- slowburn- 11.10.25🥇 #1- friends to lovers- 11.01.25🥇 #1- fluffandsmut- 11.02.25🥇 #1- college- 11.06.25🥇 #1- best friends- 11.12.25🥇 #1- teammates- 12.04.25 🥇 #1- college roommates- 12.30.25🥇 #1- mental health- 01.02.2026 🥇 #1- gay love- 01.02.2026 🥇 #2- roommates- 12.18.25🥈 #3- bxblove- 11.30.25🥉 #4- boyxboy- 11.01.25 #4- lgbt- 11.15.25 #14- boyxboyromance- 12.15.25 #22- basketball- 12.15.25

Quite literally the ramblings of a lunatic I am that lunatic A lunatic who can't stop writing Or feeling Or testing the limits of my soul. I prescribe to the belief of "what is the point of making art if you don't share it with someone" so here I am, sharing my art. It is often sad, annoyingly philosophical, and frequently dramatic as most poetry is and as I always am. do with that what you will :) 🏅 #1- Depersonalization- Jan 1, 2026 #1- musings- Jan 6, 2026 #2- greiving- Jan 3, 2026

In a world where marks appear on a select few individuals, Spencer lives in solitude and constant fear as one of the marked. These marks spread across his skin and appears to be veins bleeding black ink. Those without marks, or the "clean" people, detest those with marks. They target them and attack them and Spencer, living as the only openly marked boy in his town, feels like prey being hunted. Just as there is someone at the bottom of the social hierarchy, there must be someone at the top. Elio lives as the schools perfect "Golden Boy". But even perfect boys have secrets. ******** His golden hair appeared almost silver under the moon. His eyes were just as steady and just as terrifying. I didn't dare take a breath. He dropped his hand and smiled and I winced. I literally winced. He gestured to my headphones and with shaky hands I slipped them off, watching his smile bleed across his face, dripping with a new kind of terror I couldn't quite place. "Hey," he said, light and typical of his golden boy persona, "I've seen you around at school." I blinked at him, not used to a conversation this civil proceeding a murder attempt. "I'm Elio," he smiled again. It didn't reach his eyes. Again. I swallowed, hard and dry. "I know." 🏅 #1- Boyxboy- Dec 30, 2025🥇 #1- Slowburn- Dec 30, 2025🥇 #3- bxblove- Jan 03, 2026 🥉

Mia dan Shelly, dua pelajar universiti yang kelihatan seperti kawan baik di mata semua orang, mempunyai hubungan yang lebih rumit daripada yang disangka. Shelly, seorang gadis yang penuh luka dari masa silamnya, menemui ketenangan dalam kehadiran Mia. Sementara itu, Mia melihat Shelly sebagai tempat bergantung-seorang sahabat yang selalu ada di sisinya. Shelly, yang cuba melupakan perasaan yang tidak sepatutnya wujud, mula menjauh, sementara Mia semakin keliru dengan perubahan itu. Ketika seorang junior yang juga merupakan bekas kekasih Shelly muncul, keadaan menjadi lebih sukar. Shelly mula menghabiskan lebih banyak masa dengan bekasnya, dan Mia, yang selama ini yakin bahawa mereka hanya sekadar sahabat, mula merasakan sesuatu yang lebih. Tanpa mereka sedari, perasaan yang terpendam semakin bercelaru, menjerat mereka dalam situasi yang tiada jawapan mudah. Dalam persahabatan yang semakin goyah, mereka berdua harus berdepan dengan hakikat-apakah mereka benar-benar memahami perasaan masing-masing, atau hubungan mereka hanya menunggu masa untuk hancur?

Amara used to be nothing-a fragile, broken child abandoned by the one person who was supposed to protect her. When her father, Ardan, walked out of her life, leaving her and her mother to struggle alone, Amara swore she would never be that helpless again. Years of blood, sweat, and ruthless ambition forged her into a powerful CEO-a woman feared and respected, with wealth and influence beyond imagination. Despite her success, the scars of abandonment still haunt her, pushing her to give back to the world through countless charity projects, as if kindness could mask the bitter anger that still lingers in her heart. One morning, fate plays a cruel trick. In front of her own company building, she encounters a frail beggar-ragged, broken, and barely holding on to life. Out of instinct and pity, she offers help, only to realize that the man she's saving is none other than Ardan, her father. Shock turns to fury as memories of pain resurface. The man who once crushed her spirit is now reduced to begging at her doorstep, unaware of who she has become. Torn between vengeance and the kindness she's fought so hard to cultivate, Amara must decide whether to leave him to his fate or confront the demons of her past. But forgiveness isn't easy when betrayal runs so deep, and Amara soon discovers that redemption might be harder to attain than success. As she unravels the truth behind Ardan's downfall, old wounds are torn open, and new secrets come to light-forcing Amara to question whether saving him will also mean saving herself. In a world where power doesn't erase pain, will Amara choose to bury the past-or let it consume them both?