Series of letters. Set of imagery. Collision of beauty and magic. Bits of me. Inspired by Perks of being a Wallflower. Cover by syrabite. <3

"Anna dislikes being stuck three-quarters of the way down a chimney. She really does. Not to mention, she's still going round North America, and there's, like, three continents still to get through in about as many hours."

He was a tenured professor in the Department of Slightly Crooked Smiles with a dual appointments in the Department of Having a Voice that Made My Skin Feel More Like Skin ~ John Green

"I think a lot, but I don't say much." ~ Anne Frank. I guess it's time I changed that. Commence the stream of midnight rambling.

They said it was because of a lack of serotonin. (lower-case intentional)

Letters. Story ideas. A bunch of quotes. Comments I love from my stories. Lyrics. Rants. Confessions. Poetry. Beauty. Completed. Non-Fiction #77 Other #681 Spiritual #99 Cover by syrabite ♥ (No copyright infringement intended. Any copyrighted material (songs, poems etc) belongs to the original owner. I have only used it for inspiration.)

The next December, they were apart. [Sequel to December]

"Not just a flavour, but a way of life." When seventeen-year-old Flo Kennedy is forced to up sticks and trade her life in London for a sleepy seaside town on the south coast, she's anything but excited. Walden-on-Sea could win awards for being Britain's dullest town, and with a population consisting almost entirely of over sixties, teenagers are an endangered species. Silently struggling with her parents' death and separation from her sister, Flo's convinced she's in for the worst summer of her life. But when she meets the guy in the ice cream shop, things start to change. It's not long before she lands herself a job, a new set of friends and maybe even the beginnings of first romance. For the first time in several years, she's happy. But Flo knows all too well that things can't stay perfect forever, and after all, being on top of the world only gives you further to fall.

They met in December.

It was pity that first made Dannie speak to him. She had known Ryan since she was a kid, but he had always been the popular Golden Boy, and she had always been the tomboy that didn’t mind not having any friends. It was odd, she had thought, that all the popular kids who had once kissed the ground he walked on, didn’t so much spared him a glance anymore, and it was this that made her sit with him that one faithful day and begin something that would only end up causing her pain.