Ella Maine cannot time travel. All she could do was lie in bed at 12.38 a.m half asleep, counting the dots on the green curtain with her mind already miles away. Ella has no love story to tell, but she's got a heartbreak story escaping her by her fingers. She's not going to tell you a story about how she got her heart shattered to a thousand and two pieces, this is a story of how she patched everything up, sewed it tight and wrapped Band-Aids around her heart. Disclaimer in bold: I wrote this at fifteen so proceed with caution. Or skip to the next books: She Loves You Not/ But I Love You

Just some random thoughts on mine, put into little poems for the sole purpose of clearing my crowded thoughts Brace yourselves 'cause some are as dark as my soul and some are huge dissapointments just like me^^ #204 - 22.03.18 #274 - 19.03.18

A compilation of poetry and short stories I've written over the years, but never had the guts to share.