Neither salt nor sugar settles on your tongue. Only this blood of mine does. Neither I nor she fills up your heart. Only these tears of mine do. [POETRY/PROSE]

Wes Roman, the big bad billionaire sitting in a tiny seat with his two year old son at a kids restaurant Beeze Simmons, the shy clumsy waitress who just happened to spill all of the contents on the tray onto Wes. Ooo. I smell trouble. -------- Their Both broken. So, Can they fix each other? #147 in Romance 17/11/17 #73 in Romance 25/11/17 #47 in romance 27/11/17 #24 in Romance 16/ 12 /17 #4 in Hot (Billionaire) 14/12/17

In which a quiet girl trying to get through her last year of high school by avoiding all conflict in her school and sitting in the back. She didn't expect a new math teacher who also became her new volleyball coach which made her plans to have a chill last year into chaos. #1 in Fanfiction

"-eyes glossed white when the witches come."

if only you knew the love i felt, the beauty i crave, the darkness i bring - would you long for me, then? {❦} = personal favorites of mine

attaching beauty to abstract concepts

justified braggings

live love die, all on the same night.™

i swallowed a rotten tongue

you are my sun #11 052418 #7 070618 #1 071018 © 123017, enamoramos