After the tragic death of her parents, Valerie moves halfway across the country to attend an elite school. She takes a new identity to prevent herself from getting picked on at school. With makeup, she's seen as beautiful but without it, she feels ugly. When she's told to spy on Atlas Ace, the richest kid at school, her life begins to take a drastic turn as she finds herself mixed in with past friendships, heartbreaks and drama. Things go out of control when the school's pretty boy, Zenith Easton, discovers who Valerie is under her makeup. Join Valerie as she discovers that to be truly beautiful is to be beautiful on the inside, not the outside. 𝐍𝐄𝟎𝐁𝐎𝐒𝐒

oh, these lonely nights breed such ugly thoughts. → hr : 9PO © 2017 freyyyaa

Who doesn't love fantasies. Who doesn't love imagination. Let's go to a world where we will find love from our dearest celebrities. Here are some imagines written by me. Enjoy them love them. Let's go to a world away from all the hate. Let's find life. 'Hey beautiful ladies, if you don't mind can I steal (y/n) for some time.' It'll mostly be of Harry Styles and Shawn Mendes, unless you all request for someone else Part I is solemnly owned by me and Part II. is something I want you all to have it. It's a Tumblr imagines book now. I give full credits to the respective writers and will take it down if they feel violated. Part II imagines doesn't belong to me.

i let her walk away like there was nothing to it.

i needed to write down almost everything he had said, to reassure myself that he had been real, that we were something that lasted; at least for a little while. - nina [ © jude rigor two-thousand-&-thirteen ]

[ " i've never asked why he took me that day; but heaven always told me i looked beautiful in red. " ] this is the after life.

i will shed myself of humanity and hold it within my aching chest, as if it will stop the burning. [ © jude rigor two-thousand-&-thirteen ]

emily donahue likes cats, so she must be gay. © 2014 Jude Rigor

old poems from an odd time. circa 2015-2016 (ish).

A phobia of fear for not fallin in love