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]
"i m sorry, mathew, for falling in love with you when I belonged to death the entire time." - a/n: if you don't know, these are letters from ember to mathew, characters i've created in my story: encountering ember on my @aileeanne account. you do not have to read encountering ember to comprehend these letters.
❝ and slowly her body turned to bones and her mind into ash. as for her smile, it was nonexistent ❞
One bridge. Two guys. Three secrets. Four therapists. Five attempts. Six months. Seven bad habits. Eight family meetings. Nine visits. Ten cuts. One death. Spiritual #4
there was once a boy who fell in love with a girl who smiled at the thought of her name. there was once a girl who fell in love with a boy who felt the same. but it became a struggle, and the timing is wrong, and love decided that they didn't belong.
❝We can't keep the ships bottled in forever. There comes a time when we realize that we have to let them go, or risk breaking the bottle and everything else in it.❞ A collection of stories that do not connect to each other whatsoever. These are the broken fragments of what used to be happy memories[but are now just sa...
A/N: This is an unedited, significantly different version of the soon to be published novel by losangelesque aka L. Akhter. This draft was written when I was 15-18 years old and I highly encourage new readers to read the published version instead. Former high school football star Frank Novak meets profound and depress...
“Illusions make up our society today. They are an instance of future seeing, a perception of sensory experience. We see things beautifully, or dangerously. Our misconceptions of society have built our perfect world. We learn from these mistakes. Just remember - it's not real.” Years into the future, illusions are trea...
Avery Wilson likes to light matches. Not light matches as in light-matches-and-set-things-on-fire-like-Matthew-Trinson-down-the-street, but lighting matches. Just lighting them. And then blowing them out. Avery loves the sounds of the head of the match scraping against the side of the box, the sound of fire being brou...
There in those city lights, there was no her and there was no him. There was just everything and nothing and the spaces in between, like flickering lights against a never-ending, black sky. There in those city lights, there was no love and there was no hate. There was just listening and talking and understanding every...
Hipbones. Thigh gaps. The things girls today are obsessed with. And will do anything to have. *Trigger Warnings: bulimia, anorexia. Please read with caution*
She just needed to pause, find a button to stop the voices in her head. Sadie Monroe realized long ago that she was far from perfect. If the voices in her head weren't enough, the taunting from school reminded her of that fact. Day by day, she searches for something to keep her here, something to keep her from floati...
