you haven't really met me until it's three am and we're all alone.

in which a guy named peter records his thoughts and memories for a girl named alice as he tries to replay their relationship.

A short story that was inspired by Regina Spektor's "Hero" which is attached to this story. Please read. Please enjoy! :)

Charlie doesn't speak, so he paints.

"OMG your work is so fugly." "Can that bitch even write?" "She wrote what?" "Oh gurl, hold me back." "Have you even seen a story so bad, you just want to like, die?" "I'm the baddest bad bitch on Wattpad. Bow down bitches!" "Follow me, read, comment and vote on all the chapters of my story, or else I'll kill my family and my cat. You have three hours." Welcome to the world of Wattpad. Enjoy your stay and try not to lose your sanity. ***If you're easily offended, don't read the book. If you do, and get offended, you can comment. Just don't go apeshit with it, and if you do... let's not even go there.

"It's not how you're living your life, it's why you are. You simply can't helps he way you were born. But you can accept it. I love you more than you'll ever love yourself and I know that, in time, I can help you. If only you let me."

"Why do you call me that?" "Everyone has been calling you Snow Queen since you transferred schools and you're just now asking why?" he asked incredulously. "Yeah, I guess I am." He looked straight into my eyes and said, "It's because you're like snow; beautiful and cold."

❝ you really are wonderful, i hope you know ❞ words exchanged between two friends in times of sadness [ co-written with melina c': ] poetry #2 ( 1 - 8 - 14 )