Graham's anxious, awkward, and new to Colchester. He meets a few people and surprisingly makes some friends. Everything's going great until he meets a kid called Liam Gallagher. Damon Albarn is a cocky clever bloke. He has regular run ins with Liam and fears him. Though, when he sees him beating up Graham, he feels the need to help. This sparks up a friendship between the two boys. A Gramon fic ',:)

❝Tell me a story, love.❞ In which, a slave girl tells a bloodthirsty king a story in exchange for her life. [07.15.16] all rights reserved ©2016

Graham is a successful artist who barely leaves his apartment. Damon is a singer in a band that he's far too talented for. (It's very late, and I am very tired. Enjoy.)

(Might be getting updated/re-written please see my last update!) Connie was only young when she got her first crush. And if it was anyone it was on Mr Damon Albarn, her neighbour and babysitter. However when Connie's faced with childhood bullies she moves away with her dad in Falmouth for a new life in school. She can't even prepare for what awaits her when she comes to live with her mum for University.

Graham's name tastes like temporary, strawberry milkshakes and lime chewing gum and a vinyl player borrowed and never returned. Damon is all too familiar with pretty boys and porcelain skin, and green bruises under neon lights. Jamie plays video games like painkillers and lives vicariously through people in A&E. !!TRIGGER WARNINGS!! -drug use -alcohol use -homophobic language (this is teenage boys in the eighties dont expect it to be all happy n shit) -ANGST -self harm (graphic with a tw at the start of the chapter) !!also!! this wont be completed for a long time but im updating quite often and if i dont update for ages please come and kick me in the shins or drop me a message or something if anyone even follows me anymore wow its been a long time since i was active here

tattooed everything.

Opowiedzcie wiatry jak Polska walczyła, Jak dzieci padały od strzałów niemrawych. Ciemna krew Warszawskie ulice myła, Nie oszczędzając i młodych i starych. Szeregi domów uśpione ciemnością, Chroniły waleczne powstańców serca. Nie pozwalały dostrzec niemieckim gościom, Stały na straży jak harcereczka. Opowiedzcie wiatry jak ucichły krzyki, Piętno odbiły spalone trawy. I tylko płacz pozostał w powietrzu, Nie ludzi, lecz umierającej Warszawy. *W opowiadaniu mogą pojawić się sceny drastyczne. Okładka wykonana przez @KlaudiaDwojak Tekst bierze udział w konkursie prac historycznych "Archaiczna Klechda" organizowanym przez @Krolestwo_Wyobrazni. #20 historyczne - 08.08.2017 #11 historyczne - 09.08.2017 #6 historyczne - 11.08.2017 #5 historyczne - 18.08.2017 #4 historyczne - 19.08.2017 #3 historyczne - 22.08.2017 #2 historyczne - 25.08.2017 #1 historyczne - 04.09.2017!!

It's the summer before Charlotte and Cristina's senior year, they have been waiting for this year to come for a while. Not because of PROM, and football games, but because once they graduated they planned on taking a trip to their dream place, Finland. But when Charlotte's parents surprise her with a trip to Finland that summer, will the guy she meets screw up everything? Will her reality become a dream or a nightmare?

A huge fan of River Phoenix gets a visit from the angel himself

zwykły texting nie oczekujcie czegoś specjalnego. zostawiłam to opowiadanie głównie z sentymentu, zapraszam ~ • opublikowano; 19.05.16 zakończono; 14.01.17 rozdziały; [78/80]