[ Featured on Wattpad's Official LGBT+ account! ] Ashley James has tried to hide in the closet for months when she mistakingly kissed her best friend at a party - and the worst thing is, both were sober and one had a boyfriend. She lost several things that night: a $20 bill, a pack of sour patch kids, and her best friend. To bring up Ashley's confidence again, she began to date a boy named Mason Baylor. Everything about her life seemed normal - until a cute girl named May Parker came along to ruin the show Ashley was performing for friends and family, and to teach her that everything will be okay. [ cover by: @bloodytampon ] [ trailer INSIDE by: @listensoftly ]

"i'm running out of descriptions and i only have five published books," 𝐚 𝐬𝐩𝐚𝐦 𝐛𝐨𝐨𝐤 𝐟𝐨𝐫- 𝐰𝐞𝐥𝐥, 𝐬𝐩𝐚𝐦.

Who doesn't like Poop?

*¡NOT MINE!* Belongs to: Prurient (brokenbeauty) Link to story: http://archiveofourown.org/works/8472274 Writers summary: Isn't love just hate looking in a funhouse mirror?

this is probably a cry for help, or not, idk

oooo ooo oo ah ah ah Why am I writing this I have crippling depression

I don't know what this is Exert: 'Chair sat nervously beside Table, pressed to close that they're almost touching, the perfect curve of one of Table's legs right close to Chair's own. Chair feels a flush of pure want. Desire. Table and Chair have been 'associates' for what feels like decades. They knew each other in IKEA, for crying out loud, and Table never once uttered a word to Chair. The most Chair got was a: "She's coming, try not to break this time." and purposely looked directly at Chair! As if Chair mean for one of their legs to snap in half when one bubble of a human sat on them. Needless to say, Chair still adored Table. Even if Table was more talkative than a mime.' Again, I don't know what this is. I hope you're proud of me, mum.