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everything's a side effect when you have cancer. you've got a cough? it's cause of the cancer. your boyfriend of three years dumped you? it's cause of the cancer. you're feeling depressed? it's that damn cancer again. but, no one ever tells you the good side effects; the ones that made marnie wayward's last few days worth living. the exact same ones that made her think that, instead of lung cancer, she had heart cancer because she was a billion times sure her heart wasn't supposed to beat this fast. but it did. all because of him. {the terminal challenge by threesixtyfive}

I'm in love with you. I used to be. Now all we have left is our memories and these letters. This is how our love played. How our love ruined. How our love started. How our love faded away, into nothing but distance and ignorance. This is just a reminder, just to make you remember, just to warn you: this is how Love plays. { This story is not [R] (Restricted); Wattpad changed the Rating for some reason. This story is actually [PG13]. }

"you imprinted yourself on me like coffee does to pages in a book, and that stuff sticks." letters from adrian. [ © donut_ 2014 ]

A girl. A train. A delay. [Cover made by rigor_samsa]

❝ my thoughts are stars i cannot fathom into constellations. but you, hazel grace, you’re a supernova. ❞ // based on john green’s “the fault in our stars”

❝You have to understand that someday I can't just say hello to you to risk another goodbye. ❞

Anna has been in love with Seymour Harris ever since she met him in an elevator years ago. But Seymour, gorgeous, popular and wildly charming, has never given her a second glance. Until now.  When a tragic accident occurred, causing Seymor to go into a coma, Anna seems to be the only who is able to see his spirit. With the possibility of euthanasia hanging over his head, they must work together to save him from his predicament, especially before someone turns off the life support. This is a story of young love, heartbreak, and the search for hope when everything else seems to be lost.

I fell in love with a physicist, and then we lost ourselves. Maybe there are places we can all be happy. We just need to find those places. Or maybe they don't exist.

❝When I met you . . . you're the first person in my life, besides my family, that treated me like a regular human being. You're my first friend and my best friend. I would be lying if I said meeting you wasn't most the most important day of my life. And the one that would end up eventually ruining it.❞-Annalise Martin. Annalise Martin's skies are painted darkly, filled with darkness from a life many would not wish to lead. Through a series of letters, Annalise hopes to find closure over losing her best friend and lover, Finland Erickson. But sometimes, we need a little bit of perspective to paint our own skies. Cover art by: norhuu on tumblr