TO THE PUBLIC: We, a free America, find our greatest purpose in letting our citizens thrive, and as such, we have decided to prohibit all forms of art. Freedom of abstract expression is starting to twist the minds of young citizens and corrupt our future. An epidemic of abnormality has descended upon humanity, and we act with only the best of intentions. Those who are found in relation to art of any form (incl. song, dance, film, and literature) that have not been explicitly approved by the government will be subjected to arrest and therapy for their own safety. Any degenerates should be reported immediately. Thank you for your attention. OR: She started with the end of the world.

What do you do when your best friend could be the love of your life? Two alarmingly awkward, clumsy, sarcastic individuals bump into one another in a flower shop, and find that they're just as odd as one another. Told through nine moments, this is a story of life, love, friendship, and flowers. {Written 2016.}

Eli didn't think much about the city's newest so-called hero, but he supposed Vigilante wasn't all that bad. Granted, he was kind of a jerk and if he ever tried to kiss Eli again he was definitely getting punched. A story about a starving college student, making a living serving coffee and the local vigilante with a crush. - - - - - - - - - Highest rank #1 in Action, Wattys 2016 winner in the Trailblazers category! Featured 6/3/2016-7/23/2017

[short story: ✔] ❝sometimes i wish you were awake when i do this❞ every night he'd put her to bed and kiss her lips, just wondering how it would feel if she returned them. | lowercase intended | ©2014 TypicalFangirlx all rights reserved cover by: vanja p.s. i wrote this a while back and i'm aware that it's a tad creepy #sorry

i see stars when i think of you.

you are so beautiful.

They weren't supposed to meet. But life does that sometimes; it throws in a couple of new faces that bring you the utmost of joys in the most unlikeliest of places, and every now and then, you'll come across someone who changes you - someone who's genuine and wonderful and full of hope; someone who changes your perspective on the things that you had stored away in the cardboard box sitting in the dark corner of your closet, someone who opens up your eyes to new things; bright and beautiful things that you can't believe you hadn't seen before, someone who's iridescent. And once you meet them, nothing will ever compare.

"without you my air tastes like nothing. For you, I hold my breath." a collection of the things i felt about you and what i felt after you left.

12:00AM, 31 December, 1999. This is the night that everything changes.

in which I write the little thoughts that pop into my messy little mind