To Dylan: i just miss you. - A series of texts in which she experiences depression in the most vicarious way possible, and love is just the tune playing lowly in the background. - [Trigger Warnings for: Depression, Thoughts of Suicide, Self-Harm] [Dylan is a boy, and Anabelle is a girl, to clear things up]
"i m sorry, mathew, for falling in love with you when I belonged to death the entire time." - a/n: if you don't know, these are letters from ember to mathew, characters i've created in my story: encountering ember on my @aileeanne account. you do not have to read encountering ember to comprehend these letters.
Copyright © 2014 happygeovana psy·che /sīkē/ noun: the human soul, mind, or spirit. heart /hahrt/ noun: center of emotion. If I were asked why I moved hundreds miles away with a complete stranger, I'd reply "My heart has a mind of its own,"
One bridge. Two guys. Three secrets. Four therapists. Five attempts. Six months. Seven bad habits. Eight family meetings. Nine visits. Ten cuts. One death. Spiritual #4
• She was as scattered as the stars in the sky and there was nothing he wanted to change about that. •
❝We can't keep the ships bottled in forever. There comes a time when we realize that we have to let them go, or risk breaking the bottle and everything else in it.❞ A collection of stories that do not connect to each other whatsoever. These are the broken fragments of what used to be happy memories[but are now just sa...
A journey through the love of a young couple told in reverse – starting from where it all fell apart and ending in where it all began. Copyright © 2014 CrayonChomper cover by lydiarse
[HIATUS] Astoria Falls was the most frightening, beautiful being that ever walked the earth. At least, that's how twenty year old Conrad Stevens saw her. He was the Ivy League cookie cutter. She was the vagabond artist. He was methodical and she was illogical. And by a small chance, a blemish in their fate, they met a...
Two teens forgotten by the world kill time together. {Copyright © 2014} {completed} Short Story #71 / Romance #317
❝ he told her the story about how the sun loved the moon so much, he died every night just to let her breathe. ❞ {memoirs from a girl who didn't realize how much he cared until it was too late.}
Dear Summer, That’s how it all started. A set of letters written to a girl who told sixteen year old Logan Heywood to write her a letter sometime. Who would have known how much it would change things.
I was collecting the coins from the back of the Space Invaders machine when you walked in. I'd never seen you around before, but for some reason I could tell you weren't new in town. The funny thing about it all though, was that the old, battered but still working pinball machine that I had sworn I'd never touch aga...
