i feel like people are leaving me and i don't know why. → hr : 2PO © 2017 freyyyaa NOTE_2020: previously had an "alllivesmatter" tag on this book. it was added when this story was first started in 2017 to share my belief that all lives matter, regardless of gender, orientation, race, ethnicity, ability, etc. that tag was absolutely NOT associated with the alllivesmatter movement - that movement does not reflect the actual belief that all lives do matter. i have removed it now as the meaning behind the phrase 'all lives matter' is associated with a white supremacist ideology that is now being used to oppose and try to silence the Black Lives Matter movement. all lives will matter when black lives, trans lives, indigenous lives, and all other oppressed groups are included in that. i hope that one day the phrase 'all lives matter' will no longer be a weapon used to suppress and silence civil rights but as a matter of fact. #BLM

"this isn't a love story, this is a story about love." Don't expect a happy ending in this book. No, no, no, the ending will be far from happy. ~chapotear

❝the uprising has begun.❞

Theo and Meera are best friends. And that's all there is to it; really, honestly, truly. // #723 in short story

THE ASSASSINS BLADE WAS CRAFTED FROM THE BONES OF HIS REFLECTION AND SHARPENED ON THE FLAT SPINE OF HIS SHADOW. 2016, revolved © ACTION | 138

Half-glass full and cynical Calista Dames can sketch out her life in a series of plans, predictions and preparations. She's the girl who knows what she's doing and where she's going, the girl with all the questions answered, the girl with a foundation and a structure of her whole life because she has it all figured out. But when she meets Flynn, a brown-eyed Dutch-Indian boy with a thousand-year-old soul, everything around her comes crashing down. And nothing is ever the same ever again. For people who never belonged because sometimes you need to be a little lost so you can be found again. And sometimes, that's everything you need.

Charlie doesn't speak, so he paints.

In which glory comes from blood stained hands. Copyright © olympis 2016

[ collection of depressed thoughts - cover by @soundthealarm ]