❝ Last night, 'Say Something' came on the radio. You know, that really sad song you always hated? You made me change the radio station whenever it was on. Funny thing is, Ethan, I think it's our song.❞ - - - - everybody has different ways of coping with a death. lynne's way is recording herself saying things she never told her recently deceased boyfriend, ethan. [ short story #891 - 8/2014 ]

if it ever means anything at all, it is poetry of humans, about humans. #36 in poetry on 04.07.2016 |lowercase intended.|

I'm in love with you. I used to be. Now all we have left is our memories and these letters. This is how our love played. How our love ruined. How our love started. How our love faded away, into nothing but distance and ignorance. This is just a reminder, just to make you remember, just to warn you: this is how Love plays. { This story is not [R] (Restricted); Wattpad changed the Rating for some reason. This story is actually [PG13]. }

Esme Lavanders has gone through boys quicker than a negligent student flipping through a Mathematics textbook, and that's a lot to say. Esme is the girl who can never stay with one boy; never long enough in a relationship to fire up a spark. Esme is the girl who unconsciously plunges into the endless pit of fatigue when she's had enough with the boy she's currently messing about with and snaps the bond without hesitance- not to break his heart, but just to propel onward to the next victim. Esme is just the right girl who isn't conscious of what is pumping inside of them full of emotional perceptions; only conscious about what she wants, what she doesn't want and what she needs to break apart. All Esme is searching for is her meant-to-be Prince Charming to turn the corner and bump right into her so that she can drop this foolish project of hers, but sooner or later she realizes that childhood fairy tales are not even close to this realistic society and that she just has to pick out a boy who might be insecure and blemished, but flawlessly charming and extraordinary in her own eyes. {Humor #617} -date: unknown {Humor #817} -date: Jun 7th 2014

Kayla's senior year trip is supposed to be the icing on the cake. Good grades, a perfect boyfriend, and a future she's always imagined. But when their plane emergency stops in Rome, Italy because of a record-breaking storm, sixty seniors have to learn how to adapt. But in an airport not prepared, a language barrier and a miserably irritating neighbor hell-bent on annoying her, Kayla's in for more than the trip she bargained for. [This is now a published book! Find out inside where you can buy]

a collection of aesthetically pleasing poems, written by a not-so-talented girl. #118 in poetry 2.19.16 #73 in poetry 5.22.16

road-trip (verb) - Make a journey by car, bus, etc. they road-tripped from Turin to Lisbon stalk (verb) - harass or persecute (someone) with unwanted and obsessive attention they stalked the band across the continent --------------------------------------------------- So maybe they shouldn't go on a roadtrip across a continent in pursuit of a band. And maybe they shouldn't tell their parents they're just going to Brighton for the summer. But Jessica, Elise, Rosie and - much to his disgust - Levi are going to go ahead and do it anyway. #966 in adventure - 30.10.14

" all the things i never said " in which a girl named brandy, tries to figure out what love really is

i either starve or can't stop eating. go into a deep sea of love, or hate passionately. sleep for fourteen hours or don't sleep for days. i don't know what grey is, i never did. / cover by @puncuated \

❝Grief and sorrow will always be near you, but it must not destroy you.❞ In which a broken girl and a broken boy were lost in a world full of agony. *** [completed] #86 in short story ; Broken Hills. copyright © 2016. all rights reserved.