When Elle was just a little girl, her aunt told her about this great trip through Europe she had once gone on. And so, years later, an eighteen-year-old Elle decides to go on the same trip. But hers doesn’t go nearly as smoothly as her aunt’s. And so, completely disappointed and even more heartbroken than before, Elle...
❝This is a why her, why not me story.❞ All rights reserved @ o p t i c a l i t y | 2017
❝If I'm going to write a book it will be about you − about your flaws − because when I first fell in love with you it was because of your flaws.❞ All rights reserved @ o p t i c a l i t y | 2017
"I'm -- I'm in love with you, Adalia." "What?" Adalia laughed loudly, shaking her head. "That's complete nonsense," she said, staring at him with tired and disbelieving eyes. "You're not in love with me. Love -- love isn't real. Love isn't genuine. Love -- there's no such thing. It's just an illusion, Jaycen. It's jus...
it's 12 am and i'm wide awake --- just a short disclaimer from the author in 2021, please do note that this was written by a 15 year old.
here is maë. girl. mortal. philosopher. harbinger of death. here is armie. boy. god. lover. armageddon. and here is the end of the world.
in which two people meet at a lake in the middle of the night and share secrets
when you still have this tiny, tiny bit of hope inside of you that they will learn how to love you again, even if there's this bigger part that knows: they never will. © sushitae- 「 highest ranking: #19 in poetry 」
one was shy, the other was sad, together they were the two who loved art, both with rosy cheeks and caring hearts. [highest ranking]: #4 in short story 6.24.15 book one of the "nameless" series
"ill be with you, no matter what." he said when she was hurting, even if he hurted more
Once upon a time, we shared our wicked blisses. But in the end, they were nothing but cocaine kisses. Highest ranking: #42 in poetry