gus; [noun] 1. the only boy who likes the stars © ALL RIGHTS RESERVED. 2014. N. A.

❝If I'm going to write a book it will be about you − about your flaws − because when I first fell in love with you it was because of your flaws.❞ All rights reserved @ o p t i c a l i t y | 2017

❝ He got too curious so she finally reveals what makes it so special. ❞ © nate k. 2014

story #1 in the 'for the flawed' series. tw | eating disorder she just wanted to be skinny for him; she wanted to be the kind of girlfriend he'd be proud to have, even if he couldn't see her. he just wanted to see her, to be able to tell her she was beautiful and she'd know he was telling the truth, he wanted her to be happy. they wanted to be perfect for each other. and with that, they destroyed themselves. (some quotes aren't mine, lowercase intended for stylistic purposes.) © 2014 flawed- [Watty Awards 2014]

"If it means she'll like me, it's worth the change." In which a boy needs to find a remedy to chronic uncoolness to impress a girl. [ #freeyourbody ] completed 7/10/16 #82 Short Story 2/14/16

in which marcus and audrey exchange sweaters. © ALL RIGHTS RESERVED. 2014. N. A.

A girl. A train. A delay. [Cover made by rigor_samsa]

one was once shy, the other once sad. together they were love, with rosy cheeks and mended minds. //a collection of memories from rosy cheeks and pale eyes//

One day, Morgana decides to pick up a pen and write a series of letters addressed to those she loves and hates. In these letters, she reveals her deepest fears and darkest secrets, in these letters she tells of the only boy she's ever loved and in these letters she realises that nothing is ever as it seems, and after these letters, nothing will ever be the same again. (used to be named Thirty Letters) (Inspired by the 30 Day Letter Challenge)

❝If it makes me sadistic to laugh at his fear, then book me into the asylum and call me a psychopath, because I'm in this for the long haul.❞ Bea Harvey just wanted to get home in time for the holidays. Despite breaking down in a room full of people due to an irrational (made rational by . . . things that are so not any of your business) fear of airplanes and her flight being cancelled due to the weather, Bea isn't completely out of luck. She may or may not have rented a car knowing she would chicken out of the flight (maybe, maybe not) and now she's on the road, ready to return home in a dazzling showcase of pure will, determination, and epic dance montages. Except there's one catch: Claude Martin. Eccentric, blue-eyed, genius-slash-slash-slash-horror movie connoisseur (hee, hee, get it?) Claude Martin who Bea promises to drive from Chicago to New York because . . . well, sometimes she has moods (and sometimes those moods lead to her getting pizza, so she generally tries to follow them). So there's that. [ALSO, YES, THIS IS CLAUDE AND BEA FOR HOW TO PAINT OUR SKIES. SORRY NOT SORRY].