A girl once told me to be careful when trying to fix a broken person, for you may cut yourself on their shattered pieces.

"If one's an incident, two's a coincidence, and three's a pattern."

**used to be Hypnotizing** the tragic love story between a girl with no memory and a moody tattooed australian boy who fight through thick and thin just to find each other. Copyright © seasidetommo

in which a band member falls for a girl with terrible migraines. © 2014 webby | bonnaroo .

who would love a girl with scars?

thats why there is no thirteenth floor anymore

"I love you." "How can you ever love a fat person?" "Because all your imperfections makes you who you are, and I love every inch of you." ~*~*~ Where Maisie Kane is a girl with big thighs, huge hips and rolls for a stomach and believes no one could ever love her. But a certain curly headed boy comes into her life and shows her how to love all her imperfections.

He puts out the cigarette in the tray and I notice cuts on his wrists. I don't know if I should ask him or not. If I do, I know he'll get defensive, but if I don't I'll be wishing I did. He catches me staring and moves his bracelets to cover them up. "It's nothing, okay?" He gets up and throws the ashes out the window into a couple bushes. I don't know what to do, so I walk over to him and wrap my arms around his back. "Get off me, freak!" He throws my arms off and turns to me. "Ashton, it's okay...I have them, too." Carmen is tired of being depressed, alone, left out, or at least until a new kid moves in across the street. They despise each other until she's forced to move in with him because of her Mother's debt. After spending time, they realize they aren't so different after all...

"You can call me daddy." "You cannot be fucking serious." __________ "This is a weird part of the internet, I don't like this place." - Michael Clifford, 2020.

"I think you're ready for your SATs." Mr. Irwin said, smiling down at me. He sat next to me on the couch as I began to put my stuff in my backpack. I smiled up at him, putting my backpack on the floor and sitting back. "It's all thats to you Mr. Irwin." i smiled at him, putting my hands in my lap and uncrossing my legs. He laughed lightly and bit his lip. "Please." He started, scooting closer to me. "Call me Ashton." He said, looking down at me with those big brown eyes. I blushed lightly, looking up at him. "It's all thanks to you Ashton." I smiled, biting my lip lightly. We sat there in silence for a minute, just looking at each other. I didn't realize it until now, but he's so close to me. So close that i can hear his breathing and see the muscles on his stomach. I bit my lip hard, returning my gaze to Ashton. He leaned over me, pressing his lips to mine. I went wide-eyed from shock at first, but before I knew it, I was kissing him back. My hands moved to the back of his neck. My fingers were getting tangled in his hair while he was pulling me into him by my waist. Now, you'd think I feel awful about this, but honestly I don't. This feels right, and nothing, not even the stupid SAT can ruin that. Ashton pulled me on top of him, and I felt him smile into the kiss. Something set off in my body, and before I knew it, I was unbuttoning his shirt. I was in my English teacher's apartment, unbuttoning his shirt, and to make things weirder, he wasn't stopping me.