he wants to know who he really is.

in which he sends her texts that she'll never read - @tangiblelxke 2015 all rights reserved [lowercase intended]

"I don't want your body but I hate to think about you with somebody else." Literally based off my favorite song from the latest 1975 album.

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

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)

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}}