gus; [noun] 1. the only boy who likes the stars © ALL RIGHTS RESERVED. 2014. N. A.

As the Title says, Zodiacs :P Mostly from Internet (tumblr,instagram,google+) and stuff Aries myself ♈ (March 27th) #3 Random 10th July 16' #2 zodiacs 19th Dec 18' Started on 23rd September 2015

Een klein, gezellig dorpje. Een klein, authentiek cafeetje. Twee jonge, onbekende mensen. Een onzeker, bruinharig meisje en een zelfzekere, blondharige jongen. En een koude, regenachtige dag in Maart.

Perfect Redemption is the FOURTH book in the Perfect series, and follows Jax's story after the events of PERFECT ADDICTION, which is now a film. ***** Jax Deneris is the definition of the devil. He has a knack for twisting and manipulating his words to get whatever he wants. He's a monster. He cheated on his girlfriend of three years. With her very own sister. He fights in underground tournaments and won't hesitate to kill anyone standing in the way of his victory. He's also 200 pounds of hotness and every single girl who he's ever fucked with or over knows it. He doesn't deserve to get redemption. He is wicked, malicious and pure evil. He burns everything he touches. Still, that doesn't mean he won't try to burn me. He's marked me for life. I see it in his eyes. When he wants something, he will get it. Jax Deneris always gets what he wants. But he won't get me. I'm not falling for his bullshit. I'm not going to let him past my defenses. If the devil wants me, then I'll have to use his own weapon against him. It's time to fight fire with fire. [People's Choice Award Winner '16]

"Hello?" "Um, hey?" "Wait, you don't sound like my Aunt Kathy." "Unless I was miraculously converted into a member of the opposite gender and somehow related to whoever is on the other side of this call, then yeah. I'm not your Aunt Kathy." "Oh, shiitake mushrooms." - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - Short Story #1 (19/04/18) 2016 Fiction Awards Finalist © 2015 evethespy. All Rights Reserved.

Regel 1. Maak Tiara nooit boos. En als je haar boos maakt, zorg dan dat je iets zegt waardoor ze je weer mag. Regel 2. Als je er bij wilt horen moet je korte broekjes en laag uitgesneden shirtjes dragen. Oh, en voor ik het vergeet: je moet kunst of alles in die richting verafschuwen. Het lijkt alsof ze zo'n makkelijk leven heeft. Megan is vrienden met de populaire Tiara, en ze wordt uitgenodigd op de coolste feesten. Maar er is een probleem. Hoe zorgeloos en vrolijk ze van buiten lijkt, van binnen is het grijs en grauw. Megan heeft het thuis verschrikkelijk, en dan komt er ook nog bij dat ze van kunst houdt. Na school zit ze uren op haar kamer te tekenen en te schilderen, tot grote ergernis van haar vader. Tijdens een treinreis ontdekt Megan een muur, vol met graffiti. Megan heeft vanaf dat moment maar één missie: weten wie die schilderijen maakt. Maar of ze zo blij is als ze weet wie de schilder is..? - copyright rights by SaraBookz - Cover made by @writeyourstoryxdanni

Sometimes all you really need is a place to call home. *** Claire is lost and scared and utterly alone. Her family is in shambles after the death of her older sister Ina, and she's left to pick up the broken pieces of herself as her life heads into a downwards spiral of loneliness. Her heart leads her to 5:48, a little cafe by 33rd street, where she finds her new home. With a broken heart and a speech disability, Jasper has his heart and mouth sewn shut by the winding threads of hurt and fear. Painting and serving coffee in cafe 5:48 are one of his last few saving graces, but the smile he's been painting on himself will soon fade away as everything he's ever held dear slips away from his grasp. Ezra is out-of-sync and oddly cold by the way life has treated his young self. Abandoned by his single mother at an early age, he has grown up thinking that he is a mistake. His constant shaking hands are a reflection of what he often thinks of himself, but the delightful pastries he bakes for 5:48's customers are a reflection of what others see of him. Drew is a quirky rarity. He is a dash of loud, a pinch of exuberant, and a cup of eccentric - just like the meals he serves in the cafe as the only chef there. Behind his playful grins and outlandish clothes, however, are his jutting ribs, hollowed cheeks, and too-thin arms. Sometimes he cannot stomach being in his own skin as much as he cannot stomach food. This family has gone a long way from finding each other, and they'll be going a long way together too as reality comes catching up to them, threatening the newfound happiness they've found with each other. Secrets are revealed, pasts become presents, and lives are changed. Slowly but surely, they find their way back home. *** NOTE AS OF 08/2026: This is the old version of the story from 2012, posted in FULL. Another story that will be considered a reprise of this old version is in the works, and will be posted under the name "Hiraya House."

an extended essay and amateur literary journey about how horrible high school really is and how horrible we make it out to be. probably poetry,

Een voortreffelijke gedichtenbundel om van te genieten voor jong en oud over de whatsapp smiley die velen van ons de stuipen op het lijf jaagt. -All Rights Reserved- @Vuilnisbakkensjans