Recovery / / h.s
"A love like that was a serious illness, an illness from which you never entirely recover."- Charles Bukowski.
"A love like that was a serious illness, an illness from which you never entirely recover."- Charles Bukowski.
❝But who could love me? I am out of my mind.❞ in which a troubled man becomes infatuated with a frivolous girl over bitter coffee, midnight talks, and a journal full of secrets. © louminosity 2015 cover by: @scxlpture
❝I killed someone you see, the kind that took you away from me.❞© all rights reserved || winternouis {book one of the fading light series}
This is the Sequel to Dark. This is not mine it belongs to han-rawr on tumblr.
"Oh, Wilma?" I called silently into the dark room. I squint through the darkness to see my extremely hot and very willing date for the evening already in bed waiting for me. "How the fuck did you get in here so fast?" I whisper while clumsily pulling off my Fred Flintstone costume. I slowly pull back the blanket and...
Not everyone can reside in a private sphere, especially Harry Styles.
I never understood why he ripped his jeans. Don't trust a boy who rips his jeans. He somehow manages to rip up everything else, everything that matters anyway. He said that everybody and everything rips eventually, so why not speed up the process? I didn't know what to say. His mind was complex is ways I could never...
"It was your love that got us into this mess" she said, running her hands over my shoulders. "Well, baby, it's going to be yours that gets us out of it" I said quietly. ~ Sequel to Excessive WARNING: Contains sexual content and mature language, read at own risk!! Copyright All Rights Reserved © fxckingpayno
It is said a beast of a man lives in those there woods. He might not have the fur and the claws like one, but do not be fooled by his winding curls or tantalizing green eyes. For you see, those green eyes are full of yearning; the desire to enrapture you in a world of money, fantasy, and lust. And when an enticed twe...
SEQUEL TO ADORE (Please read Adore prior to reading Mint) "I never believed in misery, until it was me lying on the cologne soaked sheets, mascara running down my cheeks... crying. Gasping for air. Wishing that you'd come back home." // A continuation of the love story between Harry and Isabella. * WINNER of the 201...
He was disturbed, cruel and a chaotic mess. He was like the dark; distant. He always seemed so confident and carefree, you could see it the way he carried himself, but was he really all that? He was a dead man walking, selfishly using people for his own benefit. It had always been like that, when was the time for a ch...