Audrey likes James, James likes Anjelique. Audrey hates triangles, James loves obliques. copyright © eliza. april twenty-fifteen.

In which a dead boy and a living girl reunite after several years. ALL RIGHTS RESERVED. 2016. N. A. || The sequel to 'Boy' In order to understand this story to its full potential, reading Boy is probably a good idea. But you don't have to.

"i remember." © ALL RIGHTS RESERVED. 2015. N. A. The sequel to 'Boy' is 'Funnybones' and is available to read on my profile.

gus; [noun] 1. the only boy who likes the stars © ALL RIGHTS RESERVED. 2014. N. A.

one was once shy, the other once sad. together they were love, with rosy cheeks and mended minds. //a collection of memories from rosy cheeks and pale eyes//

❝If it makes me sadistic to laugh at his fear, then book me into the asylum and call me a psychopath, because I'm in this for the long haul.❞ Bea Harvey just wanted to get home in time for the holidays. Despite breaking down in a room full of people due to an irrational (made rational by . . . things that are so not any of your business) fear of airplanes and her flight being cancelled due to the weather, Bea isn't completely out of luck. She may or may not have rented a car knowing she would chicken out of the flight (maybe, maybe not) and now she's on the road, ready to return home in a dazzling showcase of pure will, determination, and epic dance montages. Except there's one catch: Claude Martin. Eccentric, blue-eyed, genius-slash-slash-slash-horror movie connoisseur (hee, hee, get it?) Claude Martin who Bea promises to drive from Chicago to New York because . . . well, sometimes she has moods (and sometimes those moods lead to her getting pizza, so she generally tries to follow them). So there's that. [ALSO, YES, THIS IS CLAUDE AND BEA FOR HOW TO PAINT OUR SKIES. SORRY NOT SORRY].

"I'm -- I'm in love with you, Adalia." "What?" Adalia laughed loudly, shaking her head. "That's complete nonsense," she said, staring at him with tired and disbelieving eyes. "You're not in love with me. Love -- love isn't real. Love isn't genuine. Love -- there's no such thing. It's just an illusion, Jaycen. It's just a p h a n t a s m."

❝When I met you . . . you're the first person in my life, besides my family, that treated me like a regular human being. You're my first friend and my best friend. I would be lying if I said meeting you wasn't most the most important day of my life. And the one that would end up eventually ruining it.❞-Annalise Martin. Annalise Martin's skies are painted darkly, filled with darkness from a life many would not wish to lead. Through a series of letters, Annalise hopes to find closure over losing her best friend and lover, Finland Erickson. But sometimes, we need a little bit of perspective to paint our own skies. Cover art by: norhuu on tumblr

"Why jump?" "Do you know what another word for 'autumn' is?" she asked. He stayed silent. "Fall."

one was shy, the other was sad, together they were the two who loved art, both with rosy cheeks and caring hearts. [highest ranking]: #4 in short story 6.24.15 book one of the "nameless" series