"Have you ever considered for like a second," I rolled my eyes at him immediately, "let me finish. Just a second, to try something your little uptight friends would disapprove of." I thought about it. "Obviously, I can't recall anything I have ever tried. Not a fair proposition." I sighed. This amnesia shit was beyond frustrating. "Even better. Think of anything. Something you've seen on a movie, read in a book, saw on MTV. Go wild." I smirked. I was going to do just that. "I don't remember ever getting high in the parking lot of a pizza place, then going inside to eat a shit ton of pizza." I smiled at the music video I still remember ogling at when I was ten, wanting desperately to be a teenager. "You got it." he started the car, and another unpredictable night began. In the midst of regaining her memory and getting her life back to where it was, everything gets twisted, to say the least- all thanks to one boy.

"cause you know I love the players, and you love the game" cover by @/selfconfessed :)

"does she even know everything she's ruined?" book three of the suicide series.

Girls like her aren't meant to be with boys like Michael Clifford. [cover credit to dipdyed_youtubers]

cute little blurbs from tumblr written about michael - 2013michael

they met at therapy; therapy for sex addicts. (cover by elle)