A/N: This is an unedited, significantly different version of the soon to be published novel by losangelesque aka L. Akhter. This draft was written when I was 15-18 years old and I highly encourage new readers to read the published version instead. Former high school football star Frank Novak meets profound and depress...
he had made mistakes because once, he was lost. but now she's the one that's lost, and all he's trying to do is help her be found.
the scribbled down thoughts of a girl who's utterly lost. a girl who's begging for anyone to save her, but really it's a certain someone she's wishing for.
it's a place where smoke hovers and sorrows bleed. a place where one can go to dwell amongst the lost.
i have feelings i can't explain. all i know, is that they're because of you.
Nobody knew the real him until the locals read of the hideous crime he had initiated. He loved a girl too much, that he did as far as hurting her, people call him crazy.
“but i must admit i miss you quite terribly. the world is too quiet without you nearby. i go to bed early and rise late and feel as if i have hardly slept at all.”
he loved me and cherished me and told me i was beautiful. it was terrible that he didn't know i couldn't feel the same way. ♔all lowercase intended♔
when i saw her there in all her magnificent brilliance, i thought 'maybe, just maybe, this life is worth living.' ♔all lowercase intended♔ all chapters are edited so don't hesitate to point out any mistakes. i update every other day.
"You were always my favourite carcinogen." © reflectory 2014 short story #466 12.10.14 short story #417 06.10.14
"I'm -- I'm in love with you, Adalia." "What?" Adalia laughed loudly, shaking her head. "That's complete nonsense," she said, staring at him with tired and disbelieving eyes. "You're not in love with me. Love -- love isn't real. Love isn't genuine. Love -- there's no such thing. It's just an illusion, Jaycen. It's jus...
just like any other day... author of: is it still a joke now read,vote,share i hope you enjoy~ xxx
it was just another day when daniel first saw eve. she didn't see him, but she didn't need to.
“i give a fuck. i give a lot of fucks, actually. i'm a prostitute of feelings.”
In which two insomniacs bond over mutual dark eye circles and that feeling of emptiness that occurs right around the 4am point. [#34 short story]
True beauty is being kind to yourself, and ultimately, to others as well; especially those who have hurt you deeply.
Peyton has no family. Her parents died in a car crash, her grandparents died a while ago and she's an only child. She's been to at least fifteen funerals in her lifetime, for family but now she only has one more funeral to go to. Her own.
