the tale of a love that not even a woman full of mistakes could destroy.

in which two music tastes meet

He just sits there. On seat 31. Reading a book or listening to his music. He looks out of the window. Or looks at her. She just sits there. On seat 30. Reading a book or listening to her music. She looks out of the window. Or looks at him.

In which two childhood friends write each other

"Never underestimate the power of a decent vocabulary." • • • Imagine if you could hear everything your neighbor did on the other side of the wall. Cook - clean - masturbate? Detective Russell Crane quickly deducts that the wall in his new apartment is surprisingly thin. And that his female neighbor has a fondness of vibrators. How much would you listen to? And more importantly; How would you react if you heard your neighbor moan your name after having just met her once?

//dəˈkəʊtə// Meaning, ❝friend or ally.❞ ╌╌╌ "It's ironic, isn't it? How my name has the meaning 'friend', when I don't even have any." "You have me."

Lilly found a girl who she thought she could share her life with. A girl with long black hair and bright eyes but there was just one little problem. That girl didn't know she liked girls -- a girl who said she was as pin straight as her ebony tresses. So, this was going to be harder than she originally thought. Still, she wasn't about to give up. Especially when everything she has ever wanted was right in front of her eyes. The story of a girl trying to figure out who she is, along with who she loves — the girl that once had her heart or the one who is slowly stealing it day by day. {Sequel to CURLS} {Poetry #59 / Romance #481} {Poetry #57 / Romance #463} {Poetry #55 / Romance #425}

WARNING COULD BE TRIGERING Sherlock gets to the point where he thinks there is only one way to take all of his pain away. John is oblivious to what Sherlock endured over those years and is still hurting from Sherlock's fake death, can they work it out before Sherlock goes over the edge or is it all ready to late.... I DO NOT OWN SHERLOCK

My head was against the wall and my knees were on my chest. I was breathing heavy and tears were streaming down my face. I stared down at my cut arms. The scars would never leave. "JESSICA" I hear a loud voice. My door slammed open and my father stood in my door way. "please don't hurt me" I whimper. He grabs me by my wrist and slaps my face. I could smell the alcohol on his breath. "your such a disgusting human being" he pinned me against the wall "just like your mother" he punched me then dropped me onto the floor. My limp body crawled into my bathroom standing. I looked at myself bruises everywhere, blood on my clothes, and my eyes were puffy from crying. My life was complete hatred of everything and still is.

before one was shy, the other was sad. art became his only escape, with lifelss brown eyes and a broken heart. //prequel to rosy cheeks//can be read as a stand-alone// **warning: themes of suicide and self harm** [highest ranking]: #17 (date unknown)