the ramblings of a lover ||these are all my poems, spiels, and writings. i have taken inspiration from the world but have not copied any of these, they are original work. please be respectful||

True Story. This is my journey through the battle my father fought with bladder cancer. This is the raw, unedited version of what I actually turned in for a college assignment. It's more detailed and shows the actual conversations, whereas my personal essay does not. I wasn't sure which one to upload. I struggled with the decision to upload this or not since it's been 7 years, but therapy and a few others expressed how they'd like to read it. I welcome all discussions. As this is a true story, any rude comments purposely meant to cause pain will be ignored. #1 under #personalessay #2 under #lossofaparent #2 under #missingdad

❝bind me in endless skies and lovely lies. ❞ Iris Lockhart is your average girl who wants to go through her senior year with her head down to escape. Not her dark past. How cliché would that be? She wants to escape you. The reader. Join Iris while she navigates through her own cliché plot trying to avoid all her love interests. Or don't. She doesn't care. EXTENDED SYNOPSIS INSIDE. [forever my first and my favorite.]

Hi ma name is Luna and I'm 16 and I'm quirky. My mom sold me to 1D for alcohol and now I'm sad. As for what happens next well you'll have to read to find out xDDDDDD. THIS IS SATIRE PLEASE DON'T COME FOR ME. IF ANYONE IS STILL READING THIS STORY AND WANTS AN UPDATE, JUST PM ME/LEAVE A COMMENT

I guess you'll just have to read and see, won't you?

He knew he was a vile creature. He was depraved by nature, doomed to serve the purpose of lust and sin. No, Crowley certainly wasn't a stranger to those feelings. Hunger, desire, want. He had been designed to inflame them. This body he'd been given, temptation incarnate. Yet, he'd only ever experienced them himself for one other being, one single creature, the one and only he could never have. He was no stranger to longing, either. He'd been pining for so long he could have filled a whole damn forest! Millennia of waiting, wanting, loving from afar. He had exhibited a quite extraordinary amount of restraint over the years if Crowley could say so himself. Maybe it had been too much. Maybe something had to snap inside of him at some point, maybe- Excuses. Nothing but poor, pathetic attempts to justify his own weakness when it had been more crucial than ever to stay strong. It didn't matter that he'd wanted this for thousands of years. It didn't matter that he'd fought against this urge for centuries. It didn't matter that it had been on the verge of overpowering him countless times before. He hadn't let it. He'd never let it. Until now. WARNINGS: Implied Rape/Non-Con (not actually but perceived as such for some time), PTSD, Self-esteem issues

"You really want me to say it?" The angel was still staring, opened his mouth, closed it again. This wasn't a good idea. Not at all. It was probably the worst idea he'd ever had, and bad ideas were kinda his profession. Saying just one more word would be a terrible terrible mistake, he knew it. Because one word would possibly lead to another. And another. And another. For a moment, Crowley considered if maybe he shouldn't have become literate at all in the first place. Well, screw it, too late now. Then it dawned to him that he could simply choose not to let the words out he'd unfortunately learned. Yeah. Sure. Of course. Easy peasy. Just don't say it. His mouth seemed to have different plans.

Some love stories are meant to be unfinished...love slowly dies in silence....due to words left unspoken...

A thrilling masterpiece, sure to get your entire mind to attention at solving a mystery that nobody has had the courage to solve before.

in which a silly boy named Niall attempts to ask a girl he adores on a date through cheesy pickup lines.