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

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

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

catfish : someone who pretends to be someone they're not on the internet • all images/gifs are from tumblr, they are NOT mine unless i say so!!!! • you can check out some translations in my "catfish translations" reading list :-) • (highest rank: #1 in fanfiction) (@emcartwright took the picture I used as the cover so creds to her!) ❤️

Who knew that a single mistake would lead to many things. Things that made her thankful for answering the unknown caller. [editing bc cringy af, u can add to library tho, it'll be good]

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

in which a suicidal girl who frequently changes nail colors exchanges notes with the lonely blonde boy from her biology class. © -moonlits 2014

Where a naive girl with lots of baggage and a rockstar that can't seem to think of anyone but himself fall in love over the span of 24 hours

sometimes the world doesn't come with happy endings

I thought that love was staying up all night with him drinking shitty black coffee and talking about what we were going to do once we had the money. Love was wishing he wouldn't come back to our shitty apartment, at least for one more night. Love was eating microwave meals in front of the tiny television, and it being okay because I was with him. Love was wanting to go back home, but not even bothering because I would be apart from him. But it's not. That's not love. part one of the 12 months series