nine-eleven ♡ h.s.

[COMPLETED] You never know what you have until you are about to lose it.

Cherry- H.S

Don't you call her baby. We're not talking lately. Don't you call her what you used to call me... A story in which a girl who writes songs falls in love with the boy who sings them. "Color...What a deep and mysterious language, the language of dreams." - Paul Gauguin. DO NOT PRINT MY BOOKS! *TW: story contains mature...

monophobia || h.s

it was strange, someone as loved as the sun only had the moon to comfort her at night