chrysalism (n.): the amniotic tranquility of being indoors during a thunderstorm, listening to the waves of rain pattering against the rooftop like an argument upstairs, whose muffled words are unintelligible but whose crackling release of built up tension you understand perfectly. This was the perfect way to describe how she felt around him. Although, you couldn't describe it, you knew the feeling when you felt it. And, the funny thing is... A thunderstorm brought them together. [I DO NOT HAVE ANY RIGHTS TO DYLAN O'BRIEN] [I ONLY OWN AMELIA AND THE PLOT]

❝ I just happened to step into acting. And now I can't imagine myself doing anything else. ❞ REQUESTS ARE NOT OPEN :( btw, i will give warnings enjoy #53 in FANFICTION as of 10/19/15 #30 in FANFICTION as of 11/18/2015 #20 in FANFICTION as of 12/25/2015 #13 in FANFICTION as of 01/01/2016 #6 in FANFICTION as of 01/03/2016