She was like the moon. Part of her was always hidden away. [collection of poems]

" life's a tangled web of cellphone calls and hashtag 'i dont know' " » or the way he texts her when he can't find the urge to sleep.

Horan, the self-centered, cocky prick who was the attention whore on the field. Walters, a bit of a ball-hog, bitch who seems to get caught up in the game too easily. But, there wasn't enough room for two assholes on the battlefield, let alone two stars. niall horan cover : @louniversity

♥ so let me hold both your hands in the holes of my sweater ♥ a collection of drabbles, musings, and poetry.

this pull is more than just gravity.

He's a would-be college student stacking books in the local library. She's a high school senior nearing graduation. He leads a life of organized chaos and she's living by the book. He's free but all she can see are consequences. You can't control who you fall in love with. [To be published end of summer 2025. Stay tuned for details.]

I guess you could say having your father be the head sheriff of the Los Angeles Police Department is one thing, but falling for one of his late-night pickups sitting in the back of his car, is the total opposite. © tomlinvibes 2014

he always takes his coffee black. or in which harry suffers from social anxiety and admires the coffee house girl from a far. ©inkedmalik 2014

In which a sarcastic girl with a secret fear of touching meets a rebellious, lilac haired boy who can't seem to keep his hands off her. (last updated 2020)