"There isn't life after death. There is no such thing as Heaven or Hell. Those are only two creations from a sad man's mind, something to cope with meaninglessness and the fear of something evil. There is no Heaven or Hell; there is only Death." Highest rank: #325 in #tea

That letter wasn't supposed to come. Rankings: #48 in england

No one dies in this one, I swear. #137 in ya #66 in medusa

Rebellion brings romance.

One bridge. Two guys. Three secrets. Four therapists. Five attempts. Six months. Seven bad habits. Eight family meetings. Nine visits. Ten cuts. One death. Spiritual #4

❝Ａｎｄ ｉｎ ｔｈａｔ ｍｏｍｅｎｔ, Ｉ ｓｗｅａｒ ｗｅ ｗｅｒｅ ｉｎｆｉｎｉｔｅ.❞ ―Stephen Chbosky ∞

Fair warning to anyone reading this: I wrote this my junior year, and it's bad. It reflects who I was at that time and does not reflect who I am now. Please take that into consideration when reading this dumpster fire. A social hermit, Penny Andrews lives the normalist of lives: attends a public school with many...colorful...people. Goes home to a loving mother and a comfortable home life. Falls asleep with vivid dreams at night, just to repeat the cycle again the next day. Until she goes to a party where she meets the one person that will throw her life out of focus, changing her life forever. In an adventure of self-preservation, the beauty of protection, and the comfortableness of finding the one who gets you, they live a life of the normalist of things. (Fanfiction for a friend.) Highest rank: #131 in ahs #20 in Tate