he was an writer and she an artist. he was older but she didn't care. he was the most beautiful person she'd ever seen and her obsession was greater than either of them could imagine

❝Maybe she liked writing a little too much...❞ ______________________ © mara yasmin 2k14 [a.u] (cover by @-grxnge)

"what a terribly tragic love story." "you don't know the full of it." || © dimple-ashton all rights reserved

"I was strong," she whispered, "but you made me weak." © evoluktion, all rights reserved.

in which the number fifteen could very possibly save a poor boy's life. © calbain || lowercase intended.

She was trying to hang low but in his eyes she was the only person in the room.

"you're not punk rock." "i'm pretty sure i am." || © dimple-ashton all rights reserved ranked #250 in fanfiction 7/24/15 ranked #501 in fanfiction 7/24/15 ranked #858 in fanfiction 7/25/15 **i apologize that this story is a mess, i wrote it when i was 13. please be kind :) writing is a learning processs

[SEQUEL TO 'FIFTEEN'] in which two people find out what it truly means to feel nothing at all. © calbain || lowercase intended