A collection of EXCERPTS. [poetry, quotes, and otherwise]. Your place to come when you feel lonely, because you're not alone when you feel this way. "We cling to music, to poems, to quotes, to writing, to art because we desperately do not want to be alone. We want to know we aren't going insane and someone else out there knows exactly how you're feeling. We want someone to explain the things we can't." IMPORTANT: Read 'not an update; read please' beforehand. Note: parts more towards the end are fairly better than the beginning, just a fair warning. **TRIGGER WARNING** [Highest ranking: #1 in Poetry]

I will always adore you and our little talks, for my heart is yours.

(HEAVY REVAMPING) Searching for a quiet place to contemplate her next design, honor student Hiroshi Katou stumbles upon a flamboyant group of boys who claim to be the school's host club. Upon discovering that her long-time friend Haruhi is part of the group, Hiroshi reluctantly lends her designs to them for one event only. However, to her surprise, she soon discovers that there's more to the host club than tea parties and making girls squeal. A certain second-year host invites her to become the club's official designer, and in the midst of Hiroshi's blossoming friendship with the hosts, she just may find herself falling for the very person who made her part of it all. CURRENTLY UNDERGOING HEAVY EDITING.

This is a Destiel fanfic of you're into that sorta thing. Also... This is my first time writing. So... fingers crossed. (: Hope you enjoy it.