"give her the right look, the right boyfriend, and bam. in six weeks, she's being named prom queen."

"w-wait.. are you sure?" "yes, i'm fucking sure!" "is it..?" "yes, it is. it's yours."

❝There are some things I've always wanted to tell you, but never had the courage to.❞ short story #90 || fan-fiction #248 [4.20.14]

'she quit on him and he cried to wolf too many times.' DISCLAIMER: please do not romanticize mental illnesses.

“May I kiss you then? On this miserable paper? I might as well open the window and kiss the night air.” ― Franz Kafka

"why'd you do that?" "because i knew you wouldn't."