It was an unspoken agreement between us. Some nights he would show up at my window and I let him in, no questions asked. And the next day, it was forgotten; we just continued on as the strangers we were to each other.
"There is nothing to writing. All you do is sit at a typewriter and bleed." a collection of capricious drabbles. © Valarie Rae, two thousand and thirteen.
" She hurts and she cries, but you can't see the depression in her eyes, cause she just smiles " After 10 months, a seventeen year old boy named Brown, notices the not-so new girl at school, Noëlla Augustine. Book one of the Augustine series. #401 in Short Story Copyright © Gladys Love, 2013
"human beings are works in progress who mistakenly think they're finished" © taekth 2016
you were the thrill of a lifetime, bonnie. © sage; two-thousand-and-fourteen.
Where a girl receives messages from an anonymous passerby who wants to show her the world. © tilmorning. 2013
dear oliver: there's something i have to tell you. lilly. [ 11 | 30 | 14 - #146 Teen Fiction ] [ © jude rigor two-thousand-&-fourteen ]
To Dylan: i just miss you. - A series of texts in which she experiences depression in the most vicarious way possible, and love is just the tune playing lowly in the background. - [Trigger Warnings for: Depression, Thoughts of Suicide, Self-Harm] [Dylan is a boy, and Anabelle is a girl, to clear things up]
