"why am I telling you these?" "because you trust me."

In the end, it's really only stories we leave behind. Cover made by @boisterously-

The story of Otherside.

mel•lif•lu•ous /me'liflōōes/ (of a voice or words) sweet or musical; pleasant to hear. - in which a collection of short stories sends a simple, clear message. you are beautiful.

for those days, when you can't seem to pick yourself back up.

She'd shown up at the bookstore every day since the start of the winter season with a pen, a journal, and a pad of post-it notes stuffed in her bag. She spoke in metaphors, and sarcasm rolled off of her tongue like it was second nature to her. Her name was December, and Greyson Kaye couldn't keep himself from falling hopelessly in love with her.

≫Can you please stop texting me. I don't know who you are.≪ ≫You have my number and you know my name. There is nothing more to know about me darling.≪ ≫Adam, you're the most annoying and creepy person I know...≪ ≫Aww I knew that you know who I am Jess.≪ ↣ ↣ ↣ ↣ ↣ He always texted her when she was at school. - Informations: [ C O M P L E T E D ] This story is entirely written in text messages or phone calls (dialogues). Some special (normal) chapters included. All rights reserved. 2016, G. A.

26 words. 1 story. art by yuschav arly

99 Entries of Imperfect Poetry.

"Give me ten days, and I can give you ten reasons not to die." Evan paused. "And if I can't change your mind by then, you can go jump off that cliff."