A dialogue short story about the things we wake up to that remind us there are still things in this life worth waking up for. ante meridiem - [adv. & adj.] "before noon;" Abbr: A.M. Or a.m. [credit to owner of image (not me)]
He was so fragile, like the flowers his mother used to plant in his back garden, the ones cherry red that wilted too fast. Shawn was the cherry red flower, it was when he laid in my lap, our fingers intertwined and my arms around him, that I knew he would wilt too fast. © weepies. All rights reserved. [[TRIGGER WARNIN...
"You're just a girl, not even a pretty one. You were just something to fill my spare time, nothing more. And these? Well they're just notes."
highest rank - #1 in poetry • ° cacophony ; a meaningless mixture of sounds ° here i present a messy cluster of my thoughts. just like what the title mean, 'meaningless' my thoughts are to which I give shape in the form of words. this book is a compilation of short (sometimes long) poems, free verses, simply my thoug...
a collection of aesthetically pleasing poems written by me. enjoy, don't hesitate to leave feedback ♡ all poems written by me © lowercases intended. "although it may seem like aesthetically pleasing poetry to you, to me, it's my cry for help"
❝nothing makes me higher than your laughter❞ #88 in poetry { 9.18.16 } #13 in poetry { 9.24.16 }
A girl tossed and turned at 2am in the morning. She finally got up and told herself to save her thoughts so it wouldn't haunt her anymore.
When school groups pull your friendships apart, the only thing you can to is obey, they run the school after all. Will one simple choice really make so much of a difference?
Can she get under your skin? UNDER YOUR SKIN is a part of the Tenebris Somnia Dark Dreams Anthology currently featured on Wattpad! https://www.wattpad.com/314872832-tenebris-somnia-dark-dreams-halloween-anthology Special thanks to: @XxUCOxX for editing @TheBlueDJ for the cover. And of course, everyone else who gave fe...
she stares into the mirror- she skips dinner again- she takes single bites from apples as the number of calories zip and spin through her mind as she gazes dully at her stomach. she just wants to be pretty.
She's a teardrop. She's the wind. She's the summer, and the winter. She's the cold coffee. She's everything, and, at the same time, she's nothing.
In which two similar teens meet in an online chat room filled with suicidal kids. - Very, very loosely based on Sala samobójców (Suicide Room) [Ashton Irwin fanfic] *slow updates*
