A BUNCH OF STUFF ELIZABETH ("please for the love of god call me El") THROPP DOESN'T EXPECT: 1. Her mom signing her up to be a counselor at her old summer camp ("I don't care if it's for extra credit, mom!"). 2. That children are this annoying ("no, you can't have another stupid cookie"). 3. Sharing a cabin with Grace Upland ("who's like, a total bitch"). 4. (Sure as hell) that she really doesn't mind it ("like, at all"). 5. Something else, but that's for later. [6. this story to be riddled with typos. seriously. it's blinding. read at ur own risk]

"I have a few guidelines for you, but don't worry it's not rocket science: 1. Do not talk too much around me. 2. Do not laugh obnoxiously around me. 3. Do not ask me too many questions. 4. Do not get into any trouble and drag me into it. 5. Do not interfere with my personal life. Do you think you can do this?" I'm not that bad of a person. I can follow rules, I mean I've been a good student since like kindergarten. "Seems easy enough." Like really, I'm not that bad. "One more thing," Alex looks at me straight in the eye, "never kick me in places that shouldn't be kicked. Ever. Again." Okay, maybe I'm not the best person in the world.

So maybe first loves can do only two things to you - shape you (to be better) or shake you (till you're ruined). [cover by @TADIESHI the great]

We look up at the same sky and we see the same thing and suddenly, it's not so lonely anymore.

"that's all we have, finally, the words, and they had better be the right ones." a series of (short) stories in which people never get their way.

Sometimes it snows, and sometimes you meet beautiful boys with cameras, and sometimes it snows and you meet beautiful boys with cameras. // #20 in short story //

dig up her bones but leave her soul alone