This is a tribute to a book by Jerry Spinelli So don't worry about it being a copy Now if you liked the book "Stargirl" by him Try reading this poem, or at least even skim

lethargy [leth-er-jee] 1. the quality or state of being drowsy and dull, listless and unenergetic, or indifferent and lazy; apathetic or sluggish inactivity. 2. Pathology. an abnormal state or disorder characterized by overpowering drowsiness or sleep.

remember me for the words I have wrote

❝ sometimes you need to leave the people you love most because they're better off without you. ❞ // sequel to "letters to you." copyright, all rights reserved. [lowercase intended.]

❝I'm-I'm going to miss you genie.❞ ❝Me too, Al.❞ Tribute to Robin Williams. ☁

A short story about a broken girl.

[ an anthology of thoughts about love - cover by @soundthealarm ]

Check out the His series; His Lust For Her, His Every Need and His One Desire. They're up on my page and better than this cappy book. Warning, they are dark romances and not for the faint hearted. Check them out! ----- *DON'T READ, IT'S SHITTY* ----- "We're all just a big ball of fucked up." - A story about a group of teens. Together they will create something they never expected to have with one another and face, laughter, friendship, break-ups, heartbreak, tears and love. - Under major, major editing. Read at your own risk. Thanks.

Check out the His series; His Lust For Her, His Every Need and His One Desire. They're up on my page and better than this cappy book. Warning, they are dark romances and not for the faint hearted. Check them out! Also, HIS GIRL IS NOT APART OF THE HIS SERIES! Thank you. - *DON'T READ, IT'S SHITTY* "You scare me sometimes." I tell him honestly. "I scare you sometimes," He repeats mockingly, making me nod my head and then back away form him as he starts to walk toward me like I'm prey from him. "Yeah, even more now. Will you quit." I hiss at him as my back hits the wall and then he's in front of me. "No," he drawls, placing his hands on either side of the wall close to my head. He leans closer to me and runs the tip of his nose along my collarbone making my breath hitch in my throat, "I like seeing you this way," He whispers. "What way?" I squeak then suppress a small moan when his lips brush my neck and place a hot kiss on my skin. "Scared of me." Suddenly he's gone. I blink form my haze and look at him in confusion as he leans against the wall opposite of mine. "Why?" "Why what?" I swallow, "Why do you like me being scared of you?" I whisper, half curious and half scared of the answer. "Because you should be." - Editing.