He speaks as if he knows everything, he trips over his own tongue like the intelligent person he is. The lingering taste of vodka and whiskey taint his sinful chapped lips. When he walks he stumbles, he smells like nicotine and he's cold. Ice resides in his veins and heart but not even the hell like flames of hatred and anger burning within his mind can freeze over. She's sweet like honeysuckle. She's warm and physically beautiful with her long brown hair and different colored gaze. When she smiles, the entire world stops to look and stare at her. Yet underlying her forced smile and physical perfection, dwells the monster that is her mental illness that she cannot control. Being beautiful doesn't hide it either, only mass doses of prescription pills do. In which an 18-year-old who believes he hasn't much to live for leaves his small sleepy town in hopes of finding his mother who abandoned him years ago. All the while a 17-year-old girl with severe Manic Depression tags along in hopes of being distracted from her illness and to also find peace of mind and happiness elsewhere. ** Inspired by music, specifically The 1975, Lana Del Rey, and others. ** Rough draft in desperate need of editing, plot holes, grammatical issues, etc. * not cliche but cliche it has it moments, but also so many plot twists so idk yeah. Mature Content. Read at your own will. Copyrighted ©

[Sequel to Unspoken Words] *Used to be Unanswered Texts* After Rebecca moved, she wanted a fresh start. But nevertheless her crush follows, resulting in leaving his messages unanswered after one low blow from him. [#highest rating: #492 in short story] [© 2015 aftertastefully]

It's like she was screaming for help but no one would help her. Like she was trying to save herself from her own wicked mind. She was fighting against herself. Her words would fade, her tears would fall, and her wrist would be cut. Each cut resembling a problem of hers. And all her problem's some how revolved around Andy Mcqueen. He made her feel ashamed, low-leveled, psychotic, and suicidal. And when Carolyn killed herself, Andy wanted nothing more than to have her back. ›› full summary inside ›› completed

story #3 in the 'for the flawed' series. tw | abuse he thought he could fix her he thought he could make her b e a u t i f u l but beauty is in the eye of the beholder. (lowercase intended for stylistic purposes.) © 2015 flawed-

Ella thinks her almost white blonde hair makes her look like an old lady. Ella, also, thinks that she's been under the radar, since she is neither popular nor a loner, but a certain someone has had his eye on her for quite sometime now. He finally decides it's time to ask her out, so he sends his best friend over. And that's when things get a little messy. [Short Chapters]

~complete~ Charlotte is as sweet as a strawberry. She's the kind of person who will drop everything just to help you, just to put a smile on your face. She's as sweet as the sugar that constantly runs through her bloodstream, and as excitable as the rush that comes with it. And then there's Benjamin, who's as sour as a lemon. The last thing on this Godforsaken planet he wants to do is acquaint himself with her. While Charlotte is kind and caring, he's rude and vulgar, while she's friendly and innocent, he's crass and mean. So how in the hell is that going to turn out?

I'm fine I'm fine I'll be fine. | A story told through verse. WARNING: Because of the themes I introduce in this book (eating disorders, strong language, and self harm), Wattpad has rated this story mature. HOWEVER, I personally recommend this to be PG-13, so don't be afraid to check out "I'm Fine" if you're okay with reading the above subjects. In short, this book isn't for everyone. Just read the tags. But if you're interested, please continue forth and enjoy this emotional ride. And lowercase is intended. | #1 in poetry - Apr. 21st, 2016 #2 in poetry - Mar. 24th, 2016 #3 in poetry - Mar. 13th, 2016 #4 in poetry - Mar. 7th, 2016 #8 in poetry - Feb. 24th, 2016 | Fiction Award Winner for Poetry 2016 |

Dear Nobody, My name is Luna Rose Wesley and I'm just like any other girl my age. I have some secrets, I'm afraid of the future, I have some complicated relationships and some amazing friends, and I'm just trying to do anything that I can to survive. But as the days pass, it seems like surviving in my world is becoming more difficult with every minute. You see, without any money, my family is forced to live in in an apartment building that's smack dab in the center of our rundown part of the city. And my mother is just a work of art. She is now addicted to drugs, and she isn't trying very hard at all to try to get us out of our inner-city situation. Living in constant fear, not only of what's outside my window at night, but also of my violent dealing brother living in the room across the hall, I have to find a way to cope without putting a bullet in my skull like so many of my fallen brethren. And my coping mechanism is to write letters to nobody- to you- and sending it to an address that doesn't exist. I need somebody to talk to without that somebody thinking that I'm looking for pity, so I've found you. Nobody. Thanks for listening. Sincerely, Luna Rose (Rated Mature for the mentioning of sex, drug use, violence, and profane language. Does not contain actual sex scenes.)

❝I wish I could have told you goodbye. But I didn't know. I didn't know.❞ © tilmorning.