Filled with sad sayings and quotes. Warning: you'll probably feel sad. Read at your own risk **None of these quotes/sayings are written by me unless stated otherwise** ☻ I'm always here if u need someone to talk to, just message me :) [Highest Rank in Poetry: #1 as of 12/9/2016] ♚♚♚

Crappy poems from a shitty poet.

'milk and cookies" is a collection of poetry and quotes about life. A twist on the classic 'milk and honey' by Rupi Kaur.

She's a teardrop. She's the wind. She's the summer, and the winter. She's the cold coffee. She's everything, and, at the same time, she's nothing.

because everyone gets a little sad sometimes. (poems belong to me)

Some people are artists. Some, themselves, are art. ||a/n: these aren't mine unless stated otherwise||

[#2 in my series of sad things] Filled with sad sayings and quotes. Warning: you'll probably feel sad. Read at your own risk ☻ *None of these quotes/sayings are mine unless stated otherwise* As I've already mentioned above and in the description of 'Sadness', none of the quotes/sayings are mine unless stated otherwise. People tell me that they love my poems and quotes and they think that I've written them but I've already clearly stated that they are not mine unless stated otherwise. I don't want to be praised for other people's work. I started Sadness as a fun book so I could go to it whenever i needed sad things. It would be quick and easy to access them because they would all be in one place. I know this will not be as successful as my previous book but since there is no more space in it, I've decided to make a second one. :)

2015 startete ich ungeküsst, und schloss es entjungfert ab, und ich war gerademal vierzehn. An Jungs hatte ich nie gedacht. Hatte gute Noten, zweien und einsen, hab mich gut auf die Schule konzentriert, konnte aber nebenbei noch vieles mit Freundinnen machen, da für mich die Schule zu der Zeit nicht unbeding anstrengend war. Genug Geld hatte ich natürlich immer für die neuste hellblaue Jeans, das neuste Grüne Hemd, oder die neuste Bravo, durch meine Noten. Meine Leben war, ja das konnte man schon sagen, es war perfekt. Jeden morgen, um 6:30 Uhr wurde ich entweder von meiner Mutter, oder meinem Handy geweckt. Dann macht sie mir Frühstück, zwei belegte Brötchen mit Marmelade. Dann gehe ich ins Bad, ziehe meine Sachen an, putze mir die Zähne und gehe um 7:30 Uhr aus dem Haus. Ich lief immer mit meinen 3 besten Freundinnen. Das ging bis August so. Und dann kam er.

«her name was insomnia, and she was the greatest metaphor a poet has ever written.»