I wasn't too young to have an overactive mind and thoughts flowing through like a slide show, but I needed to let it all out. It was suffocating and I was choking on unspoken words, hidden feelings and masked emotions. Stained sheets became my therapy. And they were my therapist. Just a healthy brain, a blank sheet and ink to make the stains. ::::::::::::::::::::::::::::::::::::::::::::::::::::::::::::::::::::::: Thoughts and stocked words from a teenage mind. Formerly known as :Brain, paper and Ink ♥Bluecherrylush♪ 12:05:2018 - #353 in imaginations

"I may look like I really have my shit together; but inside my heart a war is raging. Storms brew in the depth of my soul. Battles aggress in my mind. And Chaos consumes my being." "Mate, the hardest battle is between what you know, and what you feel." A puff of air escapes my lips, and I keep looking ahead until he speaks again. "Harry, you have to go with your heart." "Why?" "Because truly, it's a lot easier for your mind to catch up with your heart, than for your heart to catch up with your mind." And with that, he leaves. ~~ This is not a professionally written story or anything, this is a fun story full of laughter and tears. I wrote it when I was 13 and now I'm editing it. Give a try, because why not?

"She lays down on the bedroom floor The chemicals that make her love don't seem to be working anymore"-The 1975 Her fingers hover over the keypad, desperate to say something but not knowing at all what to say. There are so many things that she wants to say to him, so many things that she'd already said aloud and that she'd talked herself into saying to make sure he knew how much he'd hurt her, how much he was still hurting her. But it was pointless. He doesn't want to listen and he hardly even cares. She's just wasting her breath like he's wasting her time. Edited chapters will be marked with this symbol: * [Any reference of lyrics to She Lays Down is copyright to THE 1975, I do not own any part of the song nor do I claim creation rights to it.]

"Them, just...Them."

Tahlia thought she knew what the difference between reality and fantasy was. Every little girl used to want to be a princess. But then she meets Harry, a troubled kid with strange markings on his back and a dark secret, who shows her both the darkness and the light. And she cannot decide if fairytales are truly real, then is Harry her black knight, or her shiny prince? This book is copyrighted and should not under any circumstances be copied or distributed by anyone other than the author. Translations will only be allotted under the permission of the author. If you, as a reader, see any versions other than this one of this book please contact the author and wattpad. If any persons should refuse to follow accordingly to my rule of copyright and distribute this story in any manner they shall be prosecuted and fined by the Patent Act. Thank you for your cooperation. ALL RIGHTS RESERVED

Charlotte is a sort of star that never dies, she's a sunny sky with clouds that cry. Harry is a sort of flower that never fully blooms, he's the dark side of the moon.

"To break the curse is to kill the one who casted it upon you." Book #1 Trailer is made by: @BoundToLove Highest rank: #51 in Fanfiction

Family is one thing, but when it comes to spirits, this girl is ready to face them all. All except one. "The dead are talking and she's listening" [MARCEL fanfic]

Stella Rose Wilder is the designer and owner of one of the biggest, up-and-coming design labels in the fashion world. Harry Styles is, as you may know, one of the biggest solo acts in the music world. What happens when their two worlds collide? HIGHEST RANKINGS: - #1 in adelaide - #1 in wildflower - #3 in alternateuniverse - #5 in fashion - #5 in design - #6 in harrystylesau - #27 in styles - #46 in onedirection - #104 in harrystyles