Every place had a past aswell. Not everyone belongs in this place. Some, wants to get out even if they do belong here. Him, he doesn't want to get out but he doesn't belong here. He's different from the rest and no one dared to talk to him. But infact, he was just like the others. No one's normal anyways.

In which two insomniacs bond over mutual dark eye circles and that feeling of emptiness that occurs right around the 4am point. [#34 short story]

me: "hi" him: "hey"

"Give me ten days, and I can give you ten reasons not to die." Evan paused. "And if I can't change your mind by then, you can go jump off that cliff."

"It's hard letting go. I'm finally at peace but it feels wrong." {Under going editing. It's being rewritten from the beginning, grammatical errors are being fixed. Should be completely edited and polished by December}

❝i didn't eat for three days, so i could be lovely.❞ © kodaline ( book one )

"are you alright?" "yes. why wouldnt i be?" "no, really." "i dont know." manatea © all rights reserved | 2014

When former indie band member Alice meets a doe-eyed artist named Harry and he abruptly declares her to be his new muse-slash-living-art-project, her life takes an unexpected turn, one she isn’t sure is for better or for worse, especially once the lines between art and sex begin to blur for both of them. © 2014 BY FIONA (Iondon). ALL RIGHTS RESERVED.