❝i always wanted to live under water.❞ he hated life. so did she. they ran into each other, and ended their lives together. [caution: may cause tears]

[COMPLETED] he didn't know what happiness meant until he experienced it himself. © asvpava 2016 all rights reserved cover credit; @niaill

she loved trees; he cut them down.

writing is art and this is my palette of poems. [this is a collection of unfinished thoughts, poems, and whatever else comes to my head. some pieces may not make any sense because it's all a jumbled mess in my mind that I attempt to put into words. thank you for reading :) ] ©copyright 2016 - flavored - all rights reserved no part of this book may be reproduced, copied, pasted, transmitted, or published in any means by electronic, photocopying, or recording without the permission of the author herself. [lowercase intended] #97 in poetry on 2/9/16 #68 in poetry on 2/10/16 #65 in poetry on 2/26/16 #37 in poetry on 3/7/16

"You do realize a journal is an extremely personal thing right?" His voice was raspy, low and threatening, making me take a step back in panic as he continued, "so my only question is why the fuck are you standing with mine?" - first book - - instagram acc: @thejournalofficial - - for extra material: arietem.wix.com/arietemx - All Rights Reserved 2013 © arietem

[COMING SOON] (BOOK TWO) "He had the most beautiful eyes, Whitney! They were a emerald green, absolutely gorgeous. And don't get me started on his dimples," My hands flew in the air as I shook my body making my best friend laugh next to me. She was trying to get me to shut up about my encounter with this beautiful stranger that I came across earlier in the day, but it was no use. Despite her turning up the volume on the T.V. I just gushed louder about him. "Seriously though! His name was Harry--" I didn't need to finish the handsome lad's name, because the T.V. already finished it for me. I suppose Whitney got what she wanted because I instantly hushed and listening to the news channel intently. Once a picture of him popped up I smacked her shoulder hard and gawked at the screen, "That's him, isn't he hot?" But that's when the impossible occurred. The news telecaster spoke over the many images of Harry appearing on the screen, my throat going dry, "Nineteen year old Harry Styles' body was found yesterday in downtown. He had been missing for a good year now, and is said to have died long before yesterday." IDEA GIVEN TO ME BY @xBeautyRisesx Cover by @appetence Copyright © 2014 by Taylor C. Arthur, Lovely O'Day [pen name] All Rights Reserved

The voices were loud in my ear, my heart was thumping loud in my chest, of all the faces in the room his was the most content with the fact that I was being pressurized to take my clothes off by a gathering of drunk teens who were in a few seconds ready to take them off for me. He had this smirky grin on his face which showed a 'can you handle it?' mocking expression. I wanted to prove him wrong so bad. All I had to do was strip...

In Oxford, England where you find plenty of tea, danishes, and fancy dresswear. But for a young girl named Elizabeth Cooper, Oxford has something more in store for her. © cierra c.

In a corrupt community, young girls are sold to men as mere objects of pleasure and they are kept for as long as the men desire. But things take a turn when the spoilt son of a wealthy businessman crosses paths with an unfortunate girl forced into the twisted world of Baby Dolls. Baby Doll © Wonderwall123 2013 - 2014