“Tell me then, is there any connection between dopamine and lets say... love?” He asks, his eyes gleaming with mischief, yet an undiscovered emotion underlays in his mischief, something Scarlett cannot quite decipher. “Of course. The chemical is released when one is for example, falling in love. It’s thought to be a...
Elle Grey doesn't need anyone. She only needs herself, a paintbrush, and if she gets desperate enough, there are the few people she actually tolerates that she can talk to. She knows that there's more out there in the world - in fact, she spends most of her time either daydreaming or painting about it. She knows that...
What happens at camp stays at camp. // est. July 26th, 2014 - #1 in fanfiction [cover by lex]