about the girl that loved colors almost as much as she loved him. book one of the suicide series.

"does she even know everything she's ruined?" book three of the suicide series.

alright, students. your final project is due a month from today. i'd like you to take a picture of the most beautiful thing you can find.

"thank you for choosing target, we'll see you tomorrow."

sometimes the scars were there, sometimes they weren't. it all depended on the concealer. {{book 3}}

everyone said that nails were painted to suit someone's mood. but her nails were always painted black. {{book 4}}

she'd glide on her mascara, using her hair to cover up the badly masked bruise on her face. {{book 1}}

she'd disappear with strange men and return an hour later, her lipstick smeared and eyes damp with tears. {{book 2}}