«I don't wear heels. I'm a guy. I wear converses. But girl, you sure have them flying over my head.» [ C O M P L E T E D ✔ ] Top Ranks: short story #116 [current perf cover by endoverend]

[SHORT STORY #467] maybe destruction was inevitable. they both knew that. and they both blamed it on something they swore they would never believe in. Love.

"We often confuse what we wish for with what is." ~ Neil Gaiman

The first time Mel saw Dean was in an elective class called Madness in Literature. He had been sitting a few rows down in his green parka, writing furiously into his notebook. Something about him made her stop and stare, and it felt like she hasn't looked away since. But there is a reason why Dean seldom comes to class. And why he seems reluctant to be her friend. And why he disappears for ages with answering her messages. Mel would have been bothered by all of it, except that she doesn't care. When it comes to Dean, she was willing to overlook a lot of things. This is a short story about two young people trying to find themselves and instead stumbling upon love.

[a story] in which an ailing girl checks off everything on her bucket list with a little help from her weirdly attractive neighbor. [spiritual #8 // short story #41] WARNING: this shit is cheesy as hell i wanna gouge my eyes out

"Never?" Another tear fell from the girl's face, but she let the salty drop cascade down her cheek. "Never."

They say a picture is worth a thousand words, when all I really want is five.

︱Short Story︱I can't exactly tell you he was a type of boy your mother would approve of, because he was the exact opposite. He was all rugged with tattoos covering his arms and neck, intricately and geometrically. His physical appearance itself, spoke in loud volumes. He was your distinctive pierced, fohawk trimmed, bad boy stereotypical. And somehow, that did not alarm me in the least...considering his eyes showcased a different story. Copyright © 2013 Brooklynhills Music: Pull Me Down by Mikky Ekko

in which marcus and audrey exchange sweaters. © ALL RIGHTS RESERVED. 2014. N. A.

❝ the s t a r s fill the sky, and their light shines down. but all i see is y o u. ❞ letters, from someone hopelessly in love to someone blissfully unaware of the world reached #97 short story and #455 romance