Nature, and anything of any sort of beauty. Anything of worth and of value, anything that serves a purpose in society. What kills, and what can be killed. What are your demons? What do you need to survive, and what needs you to survive. Ask yourself that question, ponder upon it. It may not have an answer for a while, but trust that it will some day. Some day there will be someone out there that survives solely upon the fact that you are alive. Maybe they may still be here because you are there and because you care. Maybe they are there, in the background, without you knowing they're there, but still they need you, and therefore, you need them. You need people to need you. Everyone does, otherwise the world doesn't work. I've made mistakes in life, some that I may regret very much, but the one fact that stands true with me today, is that I am needed. Not only am I needed but I need. I love, and I am loved. Sometimes I love and I am unloved, but yet I still find sanction in others. There is safety in good friends, and good people. You need to surround yourself by people you can trust. But yet, you'll find yourself coming to them in times of need, and they will be unable to help you, and no matter how much you need them, they will not come to your rescue. This, is the most often way, that friendships are destroyed. People have their own struggles and problems that they can't seem to overcome. You must respect them for their own. -Apt73

***GirlXGirl Romance*** Living in New York you learn to keep up with the quick pace of the city, myself included. I was never the one to stop and smell the roses, but that was until I met her on that dull September afternoon. Her eyes were light and dark at the same time, as if a devil and an angel lived inside of her. Time itself had stopped, and since that day everything had changed, ever since I had crossed paths with Drew Wilder.

small talk, big thoughts.

from your granddaughter

the title is kinda self-explanatory :) just me talking, maybe ranting, and probably being emotional.

Evan is starting his first year of college. At least he won't be completely alone, he had his friend he made last year in high school. Unfortunately though he didn't get roomed with any of them. Alana and Zoe got roomed together and Jared go roomed with some other kid. Evan is panicking about his room mate. Will he get a good room mate? Will they become friends or will they be enemies? I guess we'll see from here. Hey hope you enjoy my story. My posting schedule is Tuesdays and Fridays so stay tuned. Sincerely, Me (😏)

My astonishment orchestrates a gasp in my lungs, glues a hand to my mouth as I stare surprised at the mess on the bedroom floor who still hasn't recovered, and through this all I can only shape one sentence that sums everything up pretty well, a sentence that pains me to say. "You're sick, Lucien." All my companion does is install a narrow tunnel into his eyes, a conviction like no other. "Isn't every writer?" All Allen Ginsberg needs is a library book on rhyme and meter, things he absolutely abhors for being so ever present yet things he requires for his blog article. What he finds is rather a young librarian and writer by the name of Lucien Carr, choking on cigarettes and booze and the glamorous life of deterioration -- and just like his writing, it's quite magnificent. ~~Wattpad Featured Book 19 September, 2016~~