A body positivity movement, in which Belle Moore emphasises the beauty of our birthday suits.

"If we had paper planes, we'd be able to tell a love story beyond compare." Starting from the golden age of five, Logan and Tess have their destiny etched across their hearts. They meet in kindergarten with enough personality to rock this world. Intentionally or not, they end up walking through life hand in hand. Told through a series of paper planes, @withoutwings tells a love story you're sure to never forget. @eevee- credit for great cover!

❝My youth is the foundation of me.❞ In the all-white, fully-heterosexual, placid suburb of Cleveland, everything is planned - from the layout of the winding roads to the colours of the houses to the humdrum lives its residents will go on to lead. Until self-proclaimed 'weed-master' Dawn Wilson comes to meet sweeter-than-candy Arabella Jones, the world comes to a stand-still and everything is questioned.

❝Good morning. This is Target, how can I help you?❞ ❝Why do I have the sudden urge to kill my family?❞ ❝...Woah...well...shit. Ma'am, I think you dialed the wrong number.❞ ❝No. I dialed correctly. Are you any help?❞ ❝...No sé qué decir a esta chica loca.❞ In which a girl named Farah calls Target and meets a boy named Chance. Best Rank : #1 in Short Story (8/27/16)

if nothing else works, call your mom. poetry #9

BECAUSE WE ARE MORE THAN THE SUM OF OUR PARTS. [74 POETRY]

THE STORY OF LUKAS LANCASTER, AND HOW HE BECAME -- or, how a phoenix needs a spectacular flame to be reborn again. [ #204 spiritual 12.19.15 ]

❝she was the girl, who bit the horizon, who peeled the stars from the sky and put them on her tongue, the girl who was hungry for the universe, who craved magic and saw the broken boy for who he truly was- a broken boy.❞ Because he was her sweetest downfall. [PREVIOUSLY LOSING ELLIS] Goal: 500 k views. it'd be cool if you press that read button. :)

Life is sick. Life is cruel. I'm just living the same nightmare over and over again. I'm just living the same pain over and over again. Darkness suffocates me and flashbacks ignite inside my mind. I just can't seem to get out. My real name is Annabelle Jones and I'll just have to tell you the truth. Life isn't always as it seems. * Under major construction right now. Warning: it is extremely dangerous to enter. This story needs a lot of improvement. And if you do decide to read this, you'll notice that the earlier chapters are much better than the later ones. That's because it is (I've edited them already). But you have been warned....