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Memories of Aspen by afterwords_
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"Because memories of Aspen were all I had left." *Spin-off to Forgetting Roman*
Laughter Lines by coexistence
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"Cross my heart and hope to die, I'll see you with your laughter lines." a boy. a girl. you know the rest. © Valarie Rae, two thousand and fifteen.
Anonymous by tilmorning
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Where a girl receives messages from an anonymous passerby who wants to show her the world. © tilmorning. 2013
Forgetting Roman by afterwords_
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Because forgetting Roman was more than just moving on. It was growing, accepting, and knowing I deserved better.
Drunkards. by Healers
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2000; Indiana Wiley and Carter Warren; five year olds. Very dedicated fans to the Beatles. Ice cream lovers with Big dreams. Sounds like normal children who lived normal childhoods, right? 2011; Indiana Wiley; sixteen years old. Depressed. Anorexic. Brokenhearted. Carter Warren; sixteen years old. Illegal alcoholic with unstable anger issues. There was a climax in their life, where everything they hoped for and dreamed of together collapsed because of one encounter with a drunkard. (Goal: A n t i - A l c o h o l A w a r e n e s s.) [cover by the amazing @luminouscities.]
Little Talks by scripturienta
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I will always adore you and our little talks, for my heart is yours.
Polaroid by thebeaver
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They say a picture is worth a thousand words, when all I really want is five.
Hickey by stulala
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Waking up with a hangover she expected. Waking up with a hickey she did not. After coming home from another wild party, Eva Roa totally expected the pounding in her head, but she didn't expect the love bite on her neck. She also didn't expect Ryder Finnick to be the one who gave it to her.
The Record Store; by bloodflood
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"You know what stood out to me when I first met you?" He asked me. I shook my head. "Most people who walk in here, I can guess where they'll go. Which genre, I mean. But you, you surprised me." "Why?" I asked. "Because you." He said. "You walked in here with a Fall Out Boy shirt on, and went straight for the classical section."
To Dylan by happiIy
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To Dylan: i just miss you. - A series of texts in which she experiences depression in the most vicarious way possible, and love is just the tune playing lowly in the background. - [Trigger Warnings for: Depression, Thoughts of Suicide, Self-Harm] [Dylan is a boy, and Anabelle is a girl, to clear things up]