You're the dealer and the stoner with the sweetest kiss I'll ever know.. A Frank Ocean story.

I wish he wasn't attracted to boys. I wish he was attracted to me. We have so much in common, the fact that we both like boys is one of them. It's hard being in love with your bestfriend especially since he's attracted to boys. He doesn't think I know but I can tell by the way he looks at my brother. I wish he would look at me the way he looks at my brother... Copyright © 2016 Msfanfictional June 30th,2016

What happens in Vegas...stays in Vegas is the common belief when visiting a city so sinful. Sex, scandal, and heartbreak is the elements of which Hāna numbed herself to, but when Frank happens to take his own twist on how she perceives things, does it cause her to rethink her profession? Or will she remain stuck in a never ending loop of deceit? [Rated M for mild sexual themes, language, and drug usage]

Of course, there were laughs. That’s probably all we did together—laugh, have fun, just live. That was what I planned on doing for the rest of my life, and I planned on doing it with you. But you shattered that dream. You broke your promise, and you left. You crawled up out of the hole that we had both been stuck in. The hole was fun with you. But now that I’m in it alone, it’s dark and scary and full of despair. The worst part is that I can’t even just lie down and forget about everything. I see you, living your life. Laughing, having fun, just living. And you’re doing it with everyone else. Another girl would just curl up and die. But sweet, blissful death is taking a bit too long for my taste. So what will I do now? I’ll shatter the Earth like you shattered my dream. And you will feel it. And I will find you.

if you could define life by color, life before Him was kinda pale. the days were pretty and pink, but there was no warmth to give it vibrancy or nothing. every day was basically the same and exhaustingly boring. His arrival brought not only new colors and vibrancy, but meaning to the ones i'd already known. i loved it, the months where things were good between us felt like he showed me a new way of life that was totally different from everything. he left, snatching the color back from me. i don't know how i'll find anything like that ever again, so i suppose i'll try suppressing the memories. even if it means i fade to gray.