"just close your eyes, dear, when you wake, your tears will dry." just sing to her, and she will drift off into peaceful bliss.

We all go mad for a little love.

"alice?" he whispered, his voice nervous. "yeah?" she replied absent mindedly, stirring the coffee in the dark red cup with her spoon. "i love you," he said. an uncomfortable silence filled the air. "i love you, alice," he repeated, looking at her. her head was bent as she spooned the cream and only strands of her ginger hair hung from the sides of her face. "okay," she replied. [© noiembrie; cover by @aciddaisies] short story #76, romance #383, thirteenth july two thousand thirteen.

[discontinued] this metaphor isn't like yours, gus. if i set it alight, it won't do anything but disappear. a The Fault in Our Stars (John Green) fan fiction | lowercase intended

A short story of an abandoned bathroom stall door giving desperate, heartbroken girls relationship advice, hot guys incorrectly trying to woo hearts, a stupid dare in action, and irrationality ruling the minds of every character.