To Trust a Thought
A collection of thoughts elements motions lives when I let myself trust them. Cover painting by Tatyana Ilieva ©2015 All rights reserved. (writing only)
A collection of thoughts elements motions lives when I let myself trust them. Cover painting by Tatyana Ilieva ©2015 All rights reserved. (writing only)
In which Becks commits suicide and Gayle spends the next fifty days wondering exactly what she should have done differently. © 2014 inexistence Spiritual #20 [26.11.14] Short Story #26 [05.12.14] Short Story / Spiritual crossover #1 [21.11.14]
ephemeral (noun): lasting a very short time; short lived; temporary. [highest ranking omfg: #104 in poetry]
Rosie Alder-Pembrook isn’t planning on letting her ultra-feminist club get shut down due to the senior class council’s budget cutbacks (and to be honest, it’s kind of killing her senior year buzz). But when it seems that the only way to revive it is to strike a deal with the semi-sexist/mostly ignorant Class Council p...
“i give a fuck. i give a lot of fucks, actually. i'm a prostitute of feelings.”
#1 Teen Fiction | #1 Young Adult | #1 Romance "We all need someone to drive us mad." - The Wombats. He stared arrogantly down at me, a smirk plastered across his face. I sneered up at him with distaste, wanting to wrap my fingers around his neck and strangle that smirk off of him. He brushed my golden hair from my f...
— ❝Because sustaining an undeviating reverie is wearying; and each individual is a bundle of fragmented thoughts.❞ // Thoughts and mindless gibberish.
•COMPLETE• Everyone tells Leslie she's one of the guys, so she sets out to prove that there are no rules to being a girl. --- watty award winner 'hq love award' 2014
in which the boy who only knows how to break hearts meets the girl who's heart couldn't possibly break any more. "he had to learn the hard way that you should always be careful when trying to fix someone, for you could cut yourself on their broken pieces." [disorder diaries, 2015 backseatmuke] tw :: self harm, suicide...
It's early summer, and in a small community on the central Jersey Shore, a black car screeches to a halt outside the Wright Bros grocery. Danny looks up from where he's working at the carwash to see the driver rifle out of the car and chase a girl rushing into the store. For some reason-fate perhaps or intuition-he de...