She'd shown up at the bookstore every day since the start of the winter season with a pen, a journal, and a pad of post-it notes stuffed in her bag. She spoke in metaphors, and sarcasm rolled off of her tongue like it was second nature to her. Her name was December, and Greyson Kaye couldn't keep himself from falling...
The story of two teens in a suicide recovery club. By @woowoowriting (who writes for Theo) and @_animus (who writes for Noelle).
❝Potter is dead, the Order of the Phoenix is in ashes, and Hogwarts has fallen. Bury the dead, mourn your lost, and surrender yourselves to Lord Voldemort. Those who resist, will be killed.❞ warning: this is not a happy story.
❝You couldn't love me if you tried.❞ © 2015 DontMove_Honey OH NO THIS WHOLE STORY IS A BIG TRIGGER AND I'M SORRY BUT IT HAD TO BE DONE SO PLEASE USE CAUTION BEFORE CONTINUING BECAUSE I FORGOT TO SAY THIS BEFORE I LOVE YOU BYE hey, this story is also on tumblr! taketheworldaway.tumblr.com/goodenough
about the girl that loved colors almost as much as she loved him. book one of the suicide series.
"does she even know everything she's ruined?" book three of the suicide series.
"will you be here tomorrow?" "same time, as always." book two of the suicide series.