❝i've delicately chosen letters to form words and words to form sentences, each sentence a colorful paint stroke on the canvas of my mind.❞ [ #1 in poetry on 27/08/16 ]
Wren Martin is socially awkward. She blocks off herself to the world, hiding behind her favorite hoodie. All she wants to do is keep a low profile, and graduate well enough to qualify for a college scholarship. But then a babysitting job leads her to cross paths with Asher Reed, Eastview Highʼs notorious athlete. Whe...
| Highest Raking #10 in disaster | I remember once he said to me, "she was like the wind, always there but never present" and if she was the wind, then he was was the rain that followed. I loved the rain. but just like the rain, I knew that what we had could never last forever.
not mine!!!!!!! creds go to SoloChaos on archive of our own just another copy of the forest fic make sure you have tissues
Would YOU trust someone who bought you off Ebay? Grace is sick of being labelled a snob because of her money. She's sick of her backstabbing friends and her mansion of a house. She doesn't know how to tell if people are friends with Grace, or Grace's money, and all she really wants is a fresh start. So she decid...
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Tyler Joseph, a senior in high school, knows Lizzie from class but hasn't actually talked to her officially. It isn't until he sees the scars on her legs that he works up the courage to offer a shoulder to cry on, which eventually turns into a different kind of relationship. TW: depression, suicide, self-harm, smut