A collection of tragedies of sorts, of demons or angels (whatever you'd fancy to call them) that lurk and/or gleam in my mind. Written when the moon's dreary and the sun's near awakening. Obnoxiously metaphoric, subtly inspirational. © Jake Sullivan, 2014

we can't even

These are not made by me. All rights go to the people who made them. I just stumbled upon these on the internet. **WARNING: some texts may include rude language or sexual content that some may find offensive. if you find these offensive dont read it.**

Want to start a fan-fiction? Well you better fucking stop and read this and learn because I'm 5003% done with ridiculous ass fan-fics. **If you're offended sorry but these are pure opinions and are not meant to be taken seriously. So if you comment hate lol okay thanks.** P.S. WARNING: I wrote this when I was like 12 going onto 13 so.. sorry if I sound crazy.