i gave a boy a lavender sprig and he returned me with a kiss. ©achillics

Welcome to West Mines,Vermont. A hauntingly beautiful town of cobblestone pavements and museums exhibiting ancient relics.The rich reside yet the poor hides. The town is known for many things; prestige and its timeless beauty yet the last thing the citizens ever expected was the cold brutal murder of the son of an important influential family. Who did it? Who could have done something so vile and so sinister? The answers create a trail that leads up to none other than a tightly knit group of pretentious classic literature enthusiasts and scholars who favor each other's company to anyone else's, shutting themselves off from the rest of the world. However, new members joined the midst, expanding their circle of troubled, wild souls. No one is who they seem. The secrets that everyone holds have sharp edges. The past never stays buried. Trust is nothing but a myth. The thing is about the past, it always surges back with a sweet vengeance. all rights reserved ©wreckeds

The death, the life, and the recounting of Juliet.

After the murderous death of her parents, Hazel Daniels has been set on autopilot; living her life as silently and painlessly as possible. Rarely leaving her house and patiently awaiting to plan her parents' funeral, all Hazel wants to do is wait for all the chaos around her to disappear. That is, until her autopilot is jolted off by a man; Nathan Summers, a detective who has been given the task to put the Daniels murder case to rest. Pushing aside her anxiety and doubts, Hazel breaks every routine she's ever known and throws it away for the chance to help solve the mystery of who murdered her parents and finally, maybe, feel normal again. And our entire story begins with a simple cup of coffee. ✦ rankings ✦ #13 in hipster #22 in coffeeshop #154 in mystery #447 in murder - competed ✧ aug. 26, 2016

come a little closer, i wanna tell u how i feel.

beaches at dusk and teens in love. [DISCONTINUED] a hangyul fic © SUNPYO 2019.

The scent of homesickness for somewhere that isn't home. © 2018, adriana

I was meant to disintegrate to stardust; but instead, I was reduced to rubble of old buildings and broken skies. © Copyright 2017 by Lily White. All rights reserved.

❝ BUT PETER - ❞ ❝ NO ONE MESSES WITH MY SHIP. ❞ in which four boys lose themselves to riots, lust and pixie dust. ( modern day AU ) PLOT BY SHEZADIS/AVANTGARDES

honeymoon phase galore