I think it's unhealthy to have someone cause this much pain and sadness when all you do is love them with everything you have. All rights reserved to Paleharold © Copyright of 2015 Summer

" no sweeter innocence than our gentle sin " warning: heavy sexual content and other mature themes

[short story: ✔] ❝sometimes i wish you were awake when i do this❞ every night he'd put her to bed and kiss her lips, just wondering how it would feel if she returned them. | lowercase intended | ©2014 TypicalFangirlx all rights reserved cover by: vanja p.s. i wrote this a while back and i'm aware that it's a tad creepy #sorry

"Please just leave me alone." I whimpered "I can't do that. Baby you're mine." He said, I shivered when I felt his hot minty breathe down my neck, "only mine." he whispered.

in·fat·u·a·tion noun an intense but short-lived passion or admiration for someone or something. in which two infatuations become something more, all while battling to stay alive through the suffering of it all. [Highest Ranking: #12 in Fanfiction]

they learned to live behind a screen so bright that they managed to get blind by love. #107 in Fanfiction All Rights Reserved © HarrysBumm 2014

"It's okay, because I know." *ON HIATUS* All Rights Reserved © HarrysBumm 2014

❝ His heart was pure and terrible, and I think no other like it exists. ❞ -Emily Dickinson

I looked out my window and saw people walking, there were a few couples out on dates. Some were smiling at one another and others were just holding hands looking like the happiest people on earth. They were careless, laughing, talking, kissing without looking around and making sure no one would take pictures. The more a saw them the more depressed I felt. I wanted that, even if it were for just a few minutes, I wanted to be able to walk out with Harry hand in hand and not have people taking pictures, asking how long we've been dating, if he's met my mother or anything personal. I just wanted a day where we could be like those couples out in the street, not worrying if next week Harry or I would to go out for lunch with a friend and someone would start rumors of one of us cheating. I could picture the headlines and how they would make one of us look like the bad one when in reality we were both madly in love with one another. I let out a small smile at the thought, that's how celebrity couples split. The rumors and the story twisting the media did. It was all in the package of this life and we had all agreed, it wasn't so bad, at least that's what I thought up until I met Harry and well, you know the rest. I looked away from the window and looked around to see if Trish had brought my purse, after a few minutes of looking I found it underneath my seat. I quickly took out my phone to check for any messages from Harry, none.