This poem is basically about me getting my feelings out about my "dad" I know a lot of people could relate which is why I'm publishing it. XOXOXO Stef <3

And we'll dance, forget about crying.... then I'll sing you to sleep for the last time...

dear oliver: there's something i have to tell you. lilly. [ 11 | 30 | 14 - #146 Teen Fiction ] [ © jude rigor two-thousand-&-fourteen ]

I asked people for three words. Any words. The only rule? Don't think too hard. This is a collection of what their words inspired. NOTE: None of these poems are about these people; the poems are simply dedicated to the person who gave me the words. Poetry #329 // Other #702 © Papyruspoet 2014.

Julie has always been the shy type. Her world changes when she finds wattpad, a very popular ebook community. She becomes addicted to it and even starts posting her own stories. But are friends, fans and votes all she will get from this site? Or is it possible to find love as well?

Maybe we're the reason they shine out at night....

It was a rainy day, in New York no less. One held a cup of coffee, wishing for the rain to stop. One held a hand full of old books, savouring the moment. short story #98 poetry #51

dear stray eyelashes, ladybugs, dark tunnels, wishbones, dandelions, pennies, shooting stars, 11:11, and birthday candles, when will you do your job?

CURRENTLY IN THE PROCESS OF BEING REWRITTEN!