and god, i love you. // inspired by "art class" by rhiannon mcgavin // #68 in poetry

Frank is a hopelessly short, hopelessly desperate, and just generally hopeless highschooler, whose only friend is the amazingly tall kid with the 'fro: Ray Toro. School is mundane, school is just, well, school: Lindsey Ballato is a goddess, Pete Wentz is a MySpace whore, and Brendon Urie totally deserved getting kicked in the balls last summer, but then Mikey fucking Way turns up and before Frank knows it he's over at the Way household and swooning over an unfairly hot older brother who has totally just made out with an overly casual Lindsey Ballato. And that's not even to mention Gerard's past and sort of ex-boyfriend Bert McCracken who he kind of did, kind of didn't leave in the old town he and Mikey just moved from, but what is for sure is that Gerard Way can't help but stare at Mikey's sort of best friend, Frank, just a little too much. But Gerard is older and sort of world's away from Frank's league: he's like Lindsey Ballato - unobtainable and godly, and most definitely a member of the elite sex club that Frank reckons Lindsey's involved in. And this elite club of people who've seen Gerard Way naked? Let's say, Frank Iero wants in... to Gerard's pants. However Mikey thinks that it's less of a club and more of a support group.

I am Sybil. I am 16 years of age, and already I have killed one person. I live in a Mental Institute called Cherry Hills, and the doctors have no idea what's wrong with me. I hear things you will never hear, see things you will never see. I see dead people.

[a story] in which an ailing girl checks off everything on her bucket list with a little help from her weirdly attractive neighbor. [spiritual #8 // short story #41] WARNING: this shit is cheesy as hell i wanna gouge my eyes out

"Write something and it might be worthless, Paint something and it might be wordless, Nonsense verses Pointless curses, You'll see purpose start to surface, No one else is dealing with your demon, Meaning defeating them Might be the beginning of your meaning friend." -Kitchen Sink, Twenty One Pilots. Meet me, I'm not the best at telling people how I feel, I'm not the best at arguing to the world that they need to stop. But I believe everyone is fighting their own battle, I believe everyone is beautiful and special and unique, Everything has new opinion to give, A new perspective, And hope you like mine, These are some poems from my SOUL.

He was a billionaire, I was a bellboy, can I make it anymore obvious? It all started one fateful afternoon in summer of 2012. I was working as a bellboy at the Trump Hotel in Hong Kong on an internship program. This was my first time in a big city. It was all I could have ever dreamed of, and more. But little did I know, it was all about to change. Follow me on twitter.com/aguywithnolife Please note, this story may contain mature humor that isn't suitable for all ages.

Society is on its own. Murderers run wild. People do what they please, and as we all know our hearts are just longing for evil. While some grow up in terror of what's outside their front door some grow up in the sweet, safe shelters of islands far away. Amanda grows up in a small town where the trouble of the outside cannot get her but the troubles of the inside can and have. Depressed and desperate Amanda tries to escape life, instead she finds a new one. One with a boy named Chase who has the weight of the world on his shoulders. Growing up in the city is hard, when he was four his grandfather put a gun in his hand and taught him how to kill. "Sometimes you got grow up all at once so others can stay young." Love that overcomes all ends. Chase left Amanda. Heartbroken Amanda fleas to the city and finds herself wrapped up in a conspiracy of murderers. Running for her life Chase comes to her aid, but this triggers the questions she never wanted to think of, "Why did you leave?" "Where did you go?" "What really happened when I met you?"

Donate Body to Science. Check. When seventeen-year-old Kaitlyn checked the box, she never suspected she’d have her life–and her body–stolen from her. She awakens one day in a secret laboratory to discover that her body is now half-robot and is forced to hide her own secret: that she still has human emotions and a human mind. If the scientists who made her find out, they’ll erase what remains of who she was. Kaitlyn finds an unlikely ally in Lucas, a handsome, brilliant scientist who can’t get over the guilt he feels knowing she was once a vibrant, beautiful young woman. He never expected a science project to affect him the way she does. As he tries to help her rediscover her past, he finds himself falling for the brave girl struggling to find her place and acceptance between the human and computer worlds. *For mature teens due to some sexual content.

Some people become ghosts because they haven't told the person they love those three words, some people because their murderer hasn't paid, others because they haven't yet complete their lives work. Violet, however, is a ghost for a very different reason. They haven't got her story right, in fact people haven't got a lot of the stories right. That's why there's the DJS, death justice society. A society for ghost to uncover the truth about how they died. They don't remember how, or who, but they remember the one thing what the police said is wrong. Violet was always a little depressed. She was always a little bit sadder than others. But deep down, she knew she never would have killed herself. Violet was shot, a suicide note was planted, and her father's gun was placed in her hand. The police may say she did it But she knows SHE WAS MURDERED. Violet searches the scene of the crime and discovers things she never really wanted to know. Because the difference between suicide and death is clear. One is isn't dirty and one is. One is respected one isn't. One gets pity and the other is made fun of. One isn't her fault and one is. One is the truth about her and one is a lie. Join Violet on this adventure about living, dieing, loving, feeling, taking the easy way out, and playing the game.

This is what happened after the four leaders of the Killjoy Revolution, the Fabulous Killjoys, were brutally murdered by Korse. This is the end of the Danger Days. This is the AFTERMATH.