"I would kill to be skinny," She would always cross her arms and say. So she did what she said, she went killing, but the only person she was killing, was herself. //COMPLETED//

❝In which a celebrity dials a random number in hope of finding one last thing to make him smile before he commits suicide at the end of the month.❞ "I'm going to commit suicide in one months time." "I think you have the wrong number." "It can't be the wrong number Princess. I picked a random number from the catalog." "Why on earth would you do that?" "Because you, sweetheart, are now my own personal suicide helpline. Your job is to make the last month of my life worth living." ______________________

❝ − It's a terrible thing, the destruction of words.❞ All rights reserved @ o p t i c a l i t y | 2017

from the unloved, to the unloved. © sonderingly

‣ Book One in the 'Play' trilogy. in which a boy has less than twelve hours till he's gone, and replays his life. All rights reserved © 2016 LeiLani Lopez | #iGotCancer | [Cover by @lets-defeat-the-huns] {Highest Ranking: #78//short story} Warning :: If you are reading this story on any other platform other than Wattpad, you are very likely to be at risk of a malware attack. To read this story in its original, safe, form, please go to: [http://my.w.tt/UiNb/ZOPDFwBvMz]

One word for every month we've been together. Terri, I love you, but it's time to say goodbye. (Cover by @gnarly-)

[This story will become free on June 4, 2025] Jace Hamilton is Reese Burnett's sworn enemy, the culprit who made her high school life hell. But what if this taboo existence returns for the summer and brings back more than just painful memories of yesterday? Suddenly, Reese isn't too sure who or what to trust--or if she can even trust herself. *** For Reese, the day Jace Hamilton--the guy who ruined her entire high school experience--left was the happiest day of her life. No more humiliation and embarrassing moments. But what if she finds out that he's coming back? And what if it's not just the moments that are catching up with her? What if yesterday is also making its comeback? And what if... there's more to the story than what she knew? Can yesterday be rewritten--from love to hate and hate to love, making memories like those of yesterday's?

to @CALLOUSEDTOUCHES. her eyes were the same color as the sea in a postcard someone sends you when they love you, but not enough to stay. her eyes were the cornflower blue, the hue of the most magical things in life the sea, the sky and all my reasons why. [lower case intended] s t a r t e d 11th Feburary, 6:57 am e n d e d ongoing

❝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 ]