A collection of poems from the good old think-box.

He's unsteady and she's learning that she might be too. She has it all, besides the fact that her legs don't move. He could have it all, if he decided to put the drugs down. SECOND BOOK IN THE 'ALL THE GOOD PEOPLE' SERIES. YOU DO NOT HAVE TO READ THESE IN ORDER.

❝ − It's a terrible thing, the destruction of words.❞ All rights reserved @ o p t i c a l i t y | 2017

She's been blind since birth, bitter since 13, and scared since she was 6. It's amazing what you can remember when you can't see. But then again, some things you would rather want not see anyways. Mature themes. Read at your own risk. BOOK ONE OF 'ALL THE GOOD PEOPLE' SERIES. This is book one of All the Good People, you do not have to read these books in order. •••• UNDER EDITING MILESTONES 1K reads 5/9/17 2K reads 6/3/17 1K votes 6/8/17 Completed 6/11/17 3K reads 6/14/17 Highest ranking: #78 in Short Story

In which a young woman knows and loves love and a man who doesn't do either. With a long term of Cher songs, troll dolls and 80's music, and each other, they both somehow get through their Casablanca Years. ~* I suck at blurbs but the inside will be better and I'll work on this :)

She was free and then she was ill. Miranda was once free until she found herself going insane and then couldn't find herself at all. Miranda is a woman who is a bit handsy and mentally ill. She spends most of her time dancing wildly in her only robe to no music because she claims to have her own tune in her mind. She is in love with her butler Philip, an older black man who is more of a caretaker than a butler. She likes all Jolly Ranchers, but she prefers to eat them all at one time because she likes the arrange of color they make on her tongue. She barely ever showers, but she is constantly putting on what seems like bottles of the same perfume that claims to smell like her father. When Miranda is not dancing alone to her mind she is picking her scabs, tugging her hair and taking her index fingers to her top eyelids to forcibly open and close them. This is the life of Miranda and Philip.

You can't make a Church Boy out of an Atheist, but you can make a Bad Girl out of a Christian. ~~~~~~~~~~~~~~ A Brendon Urie Fanfic

He was fire and she was water. Everything he touched burned with him, except for her. He was loved because of his ferociousness and beauty, his power to scare everyone and everything and the shock factor that came with it made him stand out in the crowd, just like any burning flame would. Everyone needed her. The way she fixed things was astonishing, especially to him. She was truly the only thing that could kill him. Her blessing of beauty and rage could take him out in seconds because of how fast she could wash over him. Even the thought of her made him feel as if he were slowly burning out. She knew that she was the only one who could take him out, but that's not what she wanted, she wanted to be in love with him. But if she touched him, he would no longer be the ferociousness fire that burned everything beautifully. 🝮🜏🝮🜏🝮🜏 Anais is beautiful and different, she has always been one to help. Grey isn't exactly the one to be very outgoing, but neither is Anais. Both of them have been watching each other from the disgusting canal that separates the two of them. Grey is living on the edge to get off the edge on one side of the canal. Anais stays in her suburban home doing everything she can to live with the edge as she watches the kids on the other side live their lives. They live in two completely separate worlds, but somehow they both beautifully and tragically combine. 🝮🜏🝮🜏🝮🜏 Here are some major trigger warnings, if you deal with suicide, depression, divorced parents, death, drugs etc. this book is NOT for you. Please read at your own risk.