Skinny girls are bitches. Skinny girls don't eat. Skinny girls are fitness freaks. Skinny girls are superficial. Skinny girls don't have insecurities. Skinny girls have eating disorders. Skinny girls are lucky. Skinny girls aren't real women. #thepeopleofsociety @thelovesociety

"You can't like him, you just can't!" "I know. It's wrong, but it's how I feel and I can't freaking control that." We've all heard the phrase 'The heart wants what it wants' or 'You can't control how you feel', and according to Nate, his life is just an example of that. (#5 General Fiction)

For Adrian Lyon, fitting in is a battle which he's never won. Especially in his family where he feels more tolerated than loved. However, when an angel in the form of his new Physics teacher Mr. Charleston comes around, he finds himself actually making a real friend for once in his life. Until he starts to want more. More that Adrian cannot give. More that he can handle. More which Mr. Charleston will get at any cost. Suddenly, his guardian angel may have turned into the man of his nightmares.

(WARNING. THIS IS MY FIRST STORY HERE. NEEDS SERIOUS EDITING AND REVISING. I WAS BUT A YOUNG LITTLE MELON WHEN I WROTE THIS.) Leaving his shaky life back in California, Kendall Ross moves to London to find at least a hint of normalcy in his college years. But after pulling a daring stunt on a night out with friends he encounters the gorgeous but confusing Axel Gold. Drawn to the unmistakable fire the other possesses, they both begun a steamy affair full of heat and passion. But with past enemies returning and present threats unfolding, it's a wonder if this could turn into something more or remain a passionate mistake. (Warning. This is my first completed story and it's in need of serious editing.)

"Gangsters don't cry therefore I'm Mr. Misty Eyed" -Twenty One Pilots This book is a mess, read at your own risk. Wrote it a long time ago © Charlotte Écrivain

❝for better or worse. that's what you said.❞ Copyright © 2016 by Zoe Golden.

here is a collection of short stories that i have documented as i slouch through each and every day. looking back on these words now nearly makes me cringe; i've realized that i have wasted too much of me, too many of my words on people who don't deserve them. i have also realized that i should not and will no longer claim victory, as time has proven that once the exit of one labyrinth appears, the entrance to another is just around the corner. i often find myself at war with my need to pick up a pen, the voices in my head that demand i give up, and my desperate attempts to grasp onto someone who i believe can save me. yet i still find myself writing. for what or who, i doubt i'll ever know, but this is all i have.

About a girl Who was always One Or the other Because She could never Fit in #thepeopleofsociety All rights reserved © 2016 bllurry

If people were natural disasters, he was a hurricane. Of course you wouldn't know that by just looking at him with those oceanic blue eyes and that windswept blond hair, looking as if he'd just stumbled off of an island. Maybe he looked like he rode the waves instead of creating them. But he was a hurricane: destructive and utterly antagonistic. And I just couldn't get enough.

trans·gen·der - adj. relating to a person whose sense of personal identity and gender does not correspond with their birth sex. she knew who she was but was too afraid to face herself.