Clary is a pretty girl with a good reputation with the guys and goals to be the greatest. Kallilope is an edgy girl that no one knows who dreams of going somewhere better than here. This is what happens when their paths cross. This story is a collab with: @Salgal26

❝Hello there, this is Teen Confessions Helpline, what's the problem? Feel free to confess anything you like and we'll be there to help you every step of the way!❞ ❝I know this is heavy but I've been feeling like I kind of...want to kill myself.❞ When Damien Carson, a depressed lonely teenager, calls a teen helpline to find one reason not to kill himself, he meets optimistic and bubbly Harry Potter fangirl Eva Adams. And in a series of phone calls, fangirl freakouts, promises, weird slash fanfictions, and bondings over Harry Potter puns, maybe he'll find a reason after all. a story about heartbreak, suicide, depression, love, friendship and two misfits that fits together like torn halves of a love letter.

"Give me ten days, and I can give you ten reasons not to die." Evan paused. "And if I can't change your mind by then, you can go jump off that cliff."

Poetry from an angry boy, too scared to be a man A paper heart and an incarcerated mind Caged words and a broken tongue The words spilt in the night This is the absence of light, the expired fight All the demons come to take him away In hopes he won't see the light of day Trigger warning, Read at your own risk All Rights Reserved

❝This is how I invented true happiness in a world full of pain: Christmas.❞ ✘✘ in which a girl has a dream about a holiday that she wants to see turned into reality

Mental illness: a popular topic in fiction, an unpopular reality. Tips and guidelines for writing realistic characters suffering from MIs, written for and by Wattpad authors. [Trigger Warnings]

If you disagree with LGBTQ (Lesbian, Gay, Bi, Trans, Queer) rights, you won't like this. That's okay though, we still like you :) LGBTQ relationship/love poems All Rights Reserved

***GirlXGirl Romance*** Living in New York you learn to keep up with the quick pace of the city, myself included. I was never the one to stop and smell the roses, but that was until I met her on that dull September afternoon. Her eyes were light and dark at the same time, as if a devil and an angel lived inside of her. Time itself had stopped, and since that day everything had changed, ever since I had crossed paths with Drew Wilder.

This is the slam poetry, written, that I write and recite.