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One day, Morgana decides to pick up a pen and write a series of letters addressed to those she loves and hates. In these letters, she reveals her deepest fears and darkest secrets, in these letters she tells of the only boy she's ever loved and in these letters she realises that nothing is ever as it seems, and after these letters, nothing will ever be the same again. (used to be named Thirty Letters) (Inspired by the 30 Day Letter Challenge)

„Wann wirst du endlich drüber reden?!" „Niemals." Janson Palmer hat den einzigen Mann, der jemals vielleicht die Ausdauer gehabt hätte es mit ihm auszuhalten, verloren. Sein bester Freund versucht ihn zu öffnen. Viel Glück dabei, das hat die letzten 15 Jahre ja auch schon so gut funktioniert.

Elliot Jensen and Elliot Fintry have a lot in common. They share the same name, the same house, the same school, oh and they hate each other but, as they will quickly learn, there is a fine line between love and hate.

A new family has just moved in across the street, peaking everyone's interest for they're like nothing this small suburban town has ever seen. You see, the Connor's aren't a real family. As a new street drug begins to plague the halls of Belmont High, six unlikely FBI operative rejects will be sent in to save the day. Posing as a family, they're given new lives and their quest to shut this illegal operation down, begins. But then Andrea does the unthinkable and falls in love. Throw in a world of lies, flying torture devices, annoying non-related siblings, an unlikely alliance, the FBI, and you've got your average teenage love story right? Wrong. The con is on.

"they told us that we needed therapy, as if medication and tainted words could fix broken toys."

Der Versuch, der Liebe meines Lebens die Welt zu erklären. Das Anstreben etwas Unmöglichem, einem blinden Mädchen die Illusionen unseres Auges verständlich zu machen. Für uns ist es eine Vorraussetzung, für sie etwas Unvorstellbares: Das Licht, das uns das Sehen ermöglicht, auch für sie scheinen zu lassen.

because, i think, we're all just a little broken. poetry #44 - 03/21/16 gorgeous cover by @mountainy