she'd glide on her mascara, using her hair to cover up the badly masked bruise on her face. {{book 1}}

she'd disappear with strange men and return an hour later, her lipstick smeared and eyes damp with tears. {{book 2}}

sometimes the scars were there, sometimes they weren't. it all depended on the concealer. {{book 3}}

everyone said that nails were painted to suit someone's mood. but her nails were always painted black. {{book 4}}

"Well that's the last jar" "Yeah, I know. " I say reaching for it "What if I want it?" he asks playfully No way in hell is this boy getting the last jar of nutella. (MICHAEL CLIFFORD SHORT STORY) (BOOK 1 IN THE FOOD SERIES)

"Peanut butter and jelly, with extra peanut butter, please." Holy shit marry me dude.

God, I hate him so much. He is the definition of asshole. "Ketchup and mustard?" My mother calls to us. "No mustard." we say in unison

In which two strangers exchange letters at a music store. au - alternate universe

There is no sweeter innocence than our gentle sin. In the madness and soil of that sad earthly scene Only then I am human, Only then I am clean. Oh, oh Amen. |muke au| -punk Michael, innocent Luke -description based off the song 'take me to church' by hozier -soulmate fanfic