Breakfree: Igniting passion, Chasing freedom Simply, one writes to be heard. Whether it be by a person you most dear, people you bear grudge against, by your country or by yourself, one writes to be read. But it has never been a simple obligation to hear out voices in your head, and you try to talk to them like good old friends and convince them to strike a pose in paper by means of words. Some of them mutter then slip away, not agreeing the way you dress them in letters; while a few choose to stay, flaunting confidently with poise. So when rhythm of literature plays upon your writer's hand will then they harmonize and start to dance. There's a sense of euphoria like that of a launching eagle, gliding through space of freedom, when you bury seeds of your thoughts with a quill. You plant your idea with your passion being the light and you pour your soul into it, so when it starts to grow, and you let it be, you'll feel from above how lovely it is to be free. To write is to make love with liberty. Either you want it gentle, or you prefer choking, you'll eventually end up freeing something.

[COMPLETED] Geeo, George and Georgina's son, learns to fall in love. GG Couple, the next generation. #AACouple

Meet Briana Angel Consueras. A girl that doesn't believe in shooting stars. Pero nang dahil sa best friend niya bigla siyang naniwala dito at mas lalo pa siyang naniwala dito noong nakaramdam siya ng malakas na tibok at kabog ng kanyang puso. Ang lahat ng ito ay dahil sa isang poging lalaki. Ngunit hindi naging ganoon kadali para sa kanila ang mahalin ang isa't-isa. Maraming hadlang at pagsubok ang dumating sa buhay nilang dalawa. Isang storya kung saan ang dalawang tao ay laging nag-aawayan hanggang sa maging magkasintahan. Isang babaeng puno ng kalokohan at ng katuwaan kahit na may problemang padaan. Isang lalaking masama at ubod ng bastos ngunit kaya rin pa lang baguhin ang sarili para sa minamahal. Will love find a way for this 2 persons?

Even if she failed at life, at least she knew the perfect peanut butter to banana ratio. --- Awesome sauce cover by @JustCallMePicklez

"You're just a girl, not even a pretty one. You were just something to fill my spare time, nothing more. And these? Well they're just notes."

Broken pieces;;

Do you know what is the hardest thing in this world? TO LIVE IN IT. Life is full of struggles that no one can escape. How can we? That's the question that no one can answer, no one ever did. He got used in breaking rules, walking in a path that everybody forbids. He's a perfect definition of an asshole. Most likely similar for being worst. But everything happens for a reason, isn't it? You can't see his face if he don't remove his mask. No one knows, that behind his devilish smirk and evil irises, is a wrecked soul that no one seemed to repair. They said that the only one who can beat a devil is a devil as well. But is it? Or the opposite of it? Angel it is! So, are you?

"I wan't you to feel guilty. I wan't to hurt you with my words like you hurt me with yours. I wanted you to be mine and I thought I was yours. I hate myself for falling for you, but I hate that you hate me too. Heres to me falling for an asshole, and to you for being evil enough to break my heart." ***** Through a series of 29 letters one girl retells the story of her first love and the inevitable heartbreak that followed.

Self-proclaimed weirdo April Hale and the notorious troublemaker Ryder Black have been living side by side for more than ten years. Both never attempted to communicate with each other, but on the night Ryder Black is thrown out by his own father, he asks her a question that might change both of their lives: "March, will you let me stay in your room?" He even got her name wrong. - A coming of age story about loss, the wonders of falling in love, and ultimately, pretending to be normal. Get inside April's distorted and yet humorous perspective, and watch as her tale unfolds into a shocking finish. COVER BY @RIVIIX

"I have never tasted the brightness of yellow, the calmness of blue, the cheer of green or the love of red. I felt something; still do I, but never related to colours. I only know the pureness of white and the mystery of black. Oh, and grey. For most of you, it's just a colour but it defines every little thing to me."