She found something, or rather someone, she never expected to find in her new room.

"Don't sit next to me." "Why not?" "I'm ugly." "Nice to meet you ugly, I'm blind."

On Wednesdays we wear plaid.

This isn't an actual story. It's just a series of poems I put into a book. This book is dedicated to all the people who feel like they have lost all hope. Who feel broken and shattered. Who think they have nothing left to live for. May you find hope and a home within the pages of this book. I hope I can rescue you before it's too late... Just because I don't know you doesn't mean that I don't care. If you have a specific request or idea please shoot me a message or leave a comment, and I'll write it as soon as I can.

everything changed after the quinns moved to sydney. [ sequel to man in the mirror ].

What is it like to be Found? Is it a sense of self? Is it finding someone like you? Is it both?

~12:03 am~ To: "sex god" Mikey i wish we could meet. ~12:07 am~ From: "sex god" Mikey one day, we will. Sequel: Connected

"She won't ever give me a second chance guys, and we all know it. I fucked up, big time. And the price I had to pay? I lost my sister, my only sibling..." (Book 3 of my Secret Sister series or S.S)

in which a girl with an unhealthy love for starbursts and a boy whose hair has been accidentally dyed purple meet at a pharmacy and end up trapped

"oh my god, everything about you is vanilla." - "what? i am NOT vanilla. i'm like.. a peanut butter rocky road with multicolored sprinkles, hot fudge, and a cherry on top."