"what's your name?" "names don't really matter," she shrugged, turning her head to lock her eyes on the sky above them. and oh, her eyes, he really couldn't forget about those. different colors of brown pieced together around the center, creating a barrier he really wishes he could get permission to pass. "they matter to me," he tried, his hand slowly and cautiously inching towards hers. his fingertips tickled at the prickly grass beneath them, but he stopped right before his skin touched hers. he would wait. "oh?" she moved her gaze back on the boy beside her, the crinkle he oh so loved forming between her eyebrows as they knitted together in curiosity. "why would names matter to anyone?" "names are a way of life," he answered, giving her a small smile before glancing towards the sky, "without them, we wouldn't really know each other."

people write about things that do not happen. they will romanticize this world in hopes of filling themselves up. they write like their words are food. but i have always written to empty myself completely. i will romanticize feeling nothing. june 1st 2018- august 16th 2018 thank you, @blushingbieber, for the wonderful cover! hr: #1 in poem 8.3.18 #1 in poetrycollection 8.15.18 #1 in poems 4.28.19

The hurting, pain, healing, living, and growing.

Growing up in a house with whispered secrets and closed doors leaves Jamie struggling to believe he is truly part of the family. Not quite fitting in at school, home should be his sanctuary, but it is the place where he feels most alone. "When I was six my life was perfect, and then mom married Louis. He was more like my best friend than a parent but eventually, that began to change. Once they had kids of their own, I couldn't help feeling pushed out."

ON HOLD/SLOW UPDATES #1 in fiction:) #2 in Teen Fiction !!!!! When Sasha Maybourne experiences yet another panic attack, she does the one thing that comes to mind. She runs... Right into Alec Stone. What she expects to be a one time interaction turns into a new found relationship, full of many interactions, with the one person she never expected. •••••••••••••••••••••••••••••••••••••••••••••••• Sasha Maybourne is your typical 17 year old. She's outgoing, but shy, smart, but naive. She has zero experience with guys, due to an unforgettable past that scarred her. But when she runs, literally, into the school player, her life may turn around. Enter Alec Stone, the highschool's bad boy/player. He charms the pants off of girls with his words and infamous smirk. When a girl runs into him, he can't forget her, and the more he learns about her, the more he wants to stick around. •Profane language •PAINFULLY cliché, I try not to make it to be but I've realized a lot of it is, hope you don't mind:) •if you want a book that screams 2013-2015 wattpad, this is it •I'm sorry if this book lacks consistency •NO UPDATING SCHEDULE, SORRY

Sometimes my voice dies in my throat, buries itself beneath waves of crippling suffocation, burns itself out as cold hands tear at my laced skin. I have smiled while my eyes have cried and pleaded, my wrists numb, my lips wobbling and blue, and stars escaping this dark night that I'm trapped in. I long for a darkness that gives way to light. But I do feel the warmth of petals gathering and scattering in my cold bones, and imagine the touch and the sweetness of a kiss, and my heart rises to the surface of this sea and finds a sky painted by passing artists remaining far above our heads. I'm breathing out all the words I've kept locked under the pages of my breaking mind. And by doing so, I'm going to heal. TRIGGER WARNINGS: depression, anxiety, self harm, suicidal thoughts, OCD, panic attacks

❝I was the rain and you were the hurricane because you were the hazard that drove me insane. ⚬⚬⚬ where a girl can't have the love of her life who always comes and takes her on dates after midnight.

I often think out perfect words that explain how I feel, but when I come in the situation to use those words, I'm either too late or too forgetful So here are some stuff I need to get off my chest. If anyone I know reads this, I'm sorry I guess? Enjoy or something...

❝Sometimes the worst place you can be, is in your own head❞ - [Offensive content, depression, self injury etc.]

"Well, well, well. Who do we got here?" An annoying voice mocked me. I clenched my teeth and faced him with a glare, while his eyes raked my whole body. Again. He stopped in my thighs, his eyes widening a little. I couldn't help but pity myself. Surely he's never seen legs like mine, with his sex crimes he's probably used to seeing long, thin, sexy legs, while mine are short, strong, but stubby. "What do you want?" I snarled. His eyes came back to mine, and he smirked."Chill ThunderThighs." I gave him a mean look, is he seriously insulting me right now ? ☆☆☆☆ Disclaimer:I'm still editing the first few chapters but i promise you it gets better:)