A body positivity movement, in which Belle Moore emphasises the beauty of our birthday suits.

'cause sometimes, i swear, i hear voices collection of thoughts

oneshots. extras. writing, basically.

"Because I really don't have a future. I don't believe in myself. I'm not sure if I know myself anymore. That's why I come up here, because I am scared." ~ What would you give to not have to tread on eggshells everyday, scared off tipping the balance? What would you give to be able to believe in yourself just once? What would you give to be able to just speak up and say what you want to say? Someone, somewhere would give anything. Delilah is a someone looking for a voice but to her she's drowning and doesn't know what to do with life. But there is one thing she clings on to. The stars. When the sky turns dark blue and the stars come out, she can escape to her own world, be herself for once. But as things start to unravel and come out into the open, thanks to a mysterious boy, will Delilah ever realise what she's looking for and believe in herself? ~ Copyright ©2013 by Y u e h-C h i a L o | All Rights Reserved.

“Love’s like a bullet. It’s fast. It’s furious. Sometimes you can’t see it coming. You can run from it. But you can’t dodge it. Unless someone stands in your way…” Growing up, Callie Tollson had always admired her older brother, Clay, for being exactly who he wanted to be…despite the consequences he faced doing so. With their roles reversed, Callie had always been the one to stand up for Clay when he was in harm’s way. She always thought this was enough. She thought she was able to protect him. That is until he turned the tables and unleashed harm back on those who had done it to him. She couldn’t understand why, being the one who stood up for him the most, she was the one he picked as the receiver for the final bullet in his gun. Now she’s the most feared girl in school with a haunting family tie to keep her stuck in the halls of Riverton High. As she tries to survive the rest of her junior year as the sister of the boy who brought a gun to school, she soon realizes she owes nothing to the boy who turned on her and everything to the boy who saved her life.

"There is nothing to writing. All you do is sit at a typewriter and bleed." a collection of capricious drabbles. © Valarie Rae, two thousand and thirteen.

They met in December.

A collection of rants & random thoughts. (Please, please, do have in mind that this was written ages ago. I was ignorant and immature, but have grown up and since then, changed my thoughts and opinions. Do not leave rude comments. Thank you. Have a nice day!) Highest rankings; #14 in random #2 in non-fiction

Quinn scribbles tainted emotions across thin layers of white paper. But to who? To someone who blinks once, sees her, and blinks again-just to make her disappear. To someone who sees her as a symbol of the ocean. To someone who thinks the ocean is disgusting and hideous, filled with trash and pathetic wandering fishes. To someone who believes that Quinn needs to be a size zero to be labeled as 'beautiful.' If she isn't, why in the world will anyone care to love her? She's disgusting. Worthless. An enormous sailboat that makes the world sink. But how long will it take until she sinks herself?

Tony hated winter. It wasn't because of the weather -god no- it was because of all the obnoxious, loud, and unsurprisingly, rude customers he had to serve during the snow-filled months. Not to mention that his glasses always manage to fog up to the point where his driving skills were dangerous to the public. And his heating bill always rose up to a ridiculous amount. But winter decided to bring something tolerable this year. And her name was Jackie.