My thoughts about life. It's going to be poetic and philosophical as hell. There's no plot or characters and it will probably never end.

~"I like the skin on his cheek Taste of the air when he breathes I like the venom he leaves Whenever he's mean to me I like the spark on his tongue Chase after me when I run Think I might die from his love My baby's a loaded gun" ~ Based on 'Religion' ~ Ella Red College AU Minho is a psycho. He doesn't feel attraction and he doesn't understand feelings. But oh how a boy in a skirt can turn his world upside down. !!!Contains Cross-dressing!!! (I will not tolerate hate. If you dislike cross-dressing or it makes you uncomfortable this book is not for you) ⚠Warnings!!!⚠ SA Rape Smut Homophobia Abuse Enjoyy 6 in #topleeknow (02/09/2026) 4 in #topleeknow (02/13/2026)

What happens when three groups of teenagers is sent in to an abandoned arena? Will they chose friendship over victory and betrayal? The galaxy is watching ¤~¤ At first, Ren thought the silence meant freedom. That the hours they spent laying in the field meant safety. The air was clean in a way it had never been before, no humming beneath the soil, no static whispering through the trees. The sky was the kind of blue you only see in dreams, soft and endless, and when she breathed, it didn't taste of iron or fear. If peace had a sound, it would have been this silence. But peace, she realized, didn't last. Not when you'd been built for noise.