The way every person see the world is different and unique. This is my prospect to the world. A collection of poems, a perspective through my eyes, heart and soul.

for the boys in my life. the ones i hate, the ones i can't have, & the ones i wish i was.

Eight as in I've got eight best friends. Eight as in eight is my lucky number. Eight as in her Vans are size eight. Eight as in I'm picking her up at eight. Eight as in...it took me eight years to realize that I'm in love. + WARNING: Contains sexual content and language that some people may find offensive, so if you are not okay with that, please do not read.

In which a boy that sleeps in the park meets a girl that likes sour gummy worms

“why are you at the park at three in the morning?” “i could ask you the same thing, sweetheart.” all rights reserved © 2015 | awemichael {completed}

"in which a sad boy loves a sad girl,"

❝You couldn't love me if you tried.❞ © 2015 DontMove_Honey OH NO THIS WHOLE STORY IS A BIG TRIGGER AND I'M SORRY BUT IT HAD TO BE DONE SO PLEASE USE CAUTION BEFORE CONTINUING BECAUSE I FORGOT TO SAY THIS BEFORE I LOVE YOU BYE hey, this story is also on tumblr! taketheworldaway.tumblr.com/goodenough

the year is 1994. kurt cobain recently committed suicide, a solar eclipse dominates the earth, oj simpson catches the eyes of police, and luke just can't seem to function all rights reserved 2016

he was an writer and she an artist. he was older but she didn't care. he was the most beautiful person she'd ever seen and her obsession was greater than either of them could imagine

"A little bit of color is all it takes to make it a little less dull."