VEIL'D MELANCHOLY.
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]
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 #7...
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
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
She hears all the locker room talk. She helps when the guys drink too much before a game. She tapes them up when they're injured. And in return, they watch her back. While most students spend their time partying, Lily spends her free time working. But her job as the assistant athletic trainer for the PSU football tea...
The boys are innocent. The girls know their way around. #faceyourevils [ #7 in action 4.13.17 ] Copyright © 2016 , humanoligy
When the fear of isolation pulls Ashton and Ria together, nothing can prepare them for the collision. An anomaly shatters the repetitive fabric of their lives, sending them on a journey of discovering themselves and one another. Beneath Ashton's gentle exterior rests a nest of lies. He's hiding something; a past so da...
stitching storms into lovers' thighs (poetry #1 / prose #1 - 061120) © VANGOHS, 2017
scintilla (n.) a tiny, brilliant flash or spark; a small thing; a barely visible trace. [lower-case intended] © zay black cover by renée
drop by my house at half past noon; we'll make small talk of murder over chamomile tea © VANGOHS, 2017
win a fist fight with the sky and she'll tell you all her secrets
those rosenthal boys could eat you alive, and we jude girls love them. © fiona | 2017
I kiss your eyes so you will recognise me 2016, adriana © (p #48 - 140117)
gus; [noun] 1. the only boy who likes the stars © ALL RIGHTS RESERVED. 2014. N. A.