Dead Poets Club ✓
I can taste the revolution on your skin 2016, adriana © (p #58- 040117)
careworn and smiling with a crooked grin, adoration slept in the wrinkles beside his eyes as he observed the mosaic beauty. she held his callused palm in hers and whispered to the moon; "tonight, we're monsters." romanticism isn't always beautiful.
those rosenthal boys could eat you alive, and we jude girls love them. © fiona | 2017
THEY SAY THE RICH LEAVE THE POOR TO BURN, but sometimes having it all is really the malicious way of the universe tearing you apart, cell by cell, atom by atom. It takes the little things first, so that you only feel a nagging sensation, but then it's in chunks and chunks and chunks until - © 2017, michelle
WATTPAD ORIGINAL EDITION Adrift after a failed suicide attempt, golden boy Everest can't find anything worth living for - until he meets Beverly, a loner determined to prove him wrong. ***** For a boy who seemed to have it all - wealth, good looks, popularity, a wide circle of...