𝐈𝐍 𝐖𝐇𝐈𝐂𝐇; 𝐭𝐡𝐞 𝐥𝐨𝐯𝐞 𝐨𝐟 𝐡𝐢𝐬 𝐥𝐢𝐟𝐞 𝐢𝐬 𝐢𝐧 𝐚 𝐜𝐨𝐦𝐚, 𝐚𝐧𝐝 𝐬𝐨 𝐡𝐞 𝐰𝐫𝐢𝐭𝐞𝐬 𝐥𝐞𝐭𝐭𝐞𝐫𝐬 𝐟𝐨𝐫 𝐡𝐞𝐫 𝐭𝐨 𝐫𝐞𝐚𝐝 𝐰𝐡𝐞𝐧 𝐬𝐡𝐞 𝐰𝐚𝐤𝐞𝐬 𝐮𝐩. © mufcbae :･ﾟ✧:･.☽˚｡･ﾟ✧:･.:

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

"Peanut butter and jelly, with extra peanut butter, please." Holy shit marry me dude.

"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)

everyone said that nails were painted to suit someone's mood. but her nails were always painted black. {{book 4}}

sometimes the scars were there, sometimes they weren't. it all depended on the concealer. {{book 3}}

she'd disappear with strange men and return an hour later, her lipstick smeared and eyes damp with tears. {{book 2}}

she'd glide on her mascara, using her hair to cover up the badly masked bruise on her face. {{book 1}}

"does she even know everything she's ruined?" book three of the suicide series.

"will you be here tomorrow?" "same time, as always." book two of the suicide series.