a cluster of thoughts, hidden below the very folds of my subconscious

"Maybe our favourite quotations say more about us than the stories and people we're quoting." Cover by @-mmxiii

"Hey Elle," Gavin said in a low tone, wiping the counter clean. "I bet a month's worth of dirty dish duty that you can't turn Scrooge into Santa's head elf in three weeks." Noelle Winters loves Christmas. She loves catching snowflakes on her tongue on snow days, reading by the fireplace with a big cup of hot cocoa. Christmas displays in toy shops and department stores make her happy. She loves how families get together and celebrate during the most wonderful time of the year. Christmas has this jolly, comfortable, warm, cozy, feel to it that makes her want to bury herself in knitted sweaters, light Christmas scented candles and sing Christmas carols in the middle of town square. With the cheery atmosphere in Fairview, who wouldn't join in on the holiday festivities? Oliver Hastings. He hates Christmas. Loathes it. He hates how bright the lights are and how everything in town seems so whimsical and enchanted. It all makes him want to puke. He claims that celebrating the holidays are useless and a waste of his time. So what happens when Elle's boss hires Oliver to work at Gingersnaps? A nuclear explosion of candy canes and sugar plums, that's what. She knows that no one's supposed to be unhappy on Christmas. Not even the grumpy Christmas hater named Oliver. With the help of her best friend Carol, she writes a list of things to try and get Oliver in the spirit. She's determined to show him what he's missed out on so far like; "Go ice skating", "Have a snowball fight", and "Sing Christmas Carols". She has 22 days and she's up for the challenge. last tracked achievements: humor #18 [28/12/14] teen fic #69 [15/12/14]

guardian angel (guard - i - an) (an - gel) noun. i. an angel believed to protect a certain person, from danger or error ii. a person who looks after, or is concerned with the welfare of another cover credit: wasema

Two ambitious teenagers meet in a chance encounter and are immediately repulsed by one another. Follow they're journey as they transit and adjust into adult life while battling the ties of fate that keep bringing them closer over the years.

❝ I like to write about the way things used to be and paint pictures of my memories with beautiful words and melodies ❞ Notes: Quotes: Poems inspired by Lana Del Rey 07/08/14 - Poetry #566

How to talk to a suicide, by a suicide. If you are one, add your own thoughts through private message.

They say a picture is worth a thousand words, when all I really want is five.