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reckless /ˈrɛkləs/ ~adjective not caring or worrying about the possible bad or dangerous results of one's actions Outer banks fanfiction | JJ Maybank × OC ©Outer_Banks 2020
reckless /ˈrɛkləs/ ~adjective not caring or worrying about the possible bad or dangerous results of one's actions Outer banks fanfiction | JJ Maybank × OC ©Outer_Banks 2020
Just a fanfic for the best tvshow- F.R.I.E.N.D.S!! Remember, i do not own any of these caracters, all the rights belongs to Bright, Kauffman, Crane!
Les yeux de Louis sont brillants, son coeur régis par l'envie de découvrir. Louis a peur et Louis veut vivre, plus que tout. L'estomac de Harry est brûlé, ses poumons étouffés, tout le temps. Harry est vide et Harry veut mourir, plus que tout. Louis et Harry se rencontrent dans un parc, un soir de printemps. Ils tombe...
Draw for the love of drawin', you don't need a reason. Just trying to portray BTS members who bring my cold blank paper back to life as they themselves are sculptures of art who graces the world with their shine in their own different ways. Highest Rankings: #1 in btsart #1 in btsdrawing #1 in kpopart #1 in pencilsket...
Just a small collection of some art I've done over the past couple of years. Hope you like it!
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Keeley accidentally swaps cell phones with a rivaling high school's star quarterback. Unable to switch back until a week later, she must interact with the arrogant boy, passing along texts and voicemails. As she gets to know him better, she realizes there's more to him than sexual innuendos and egotistical comments. B...
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"--the stillness of isolation, the blazing aloneness, the rich moments with loved ones, and the sole solitude of the person. The rumination of a bored writer, a reflection of the months, a reaction to the silence and loudness of life. It's a methodical chaos." It's quarantine and I write what I think.
A book full of love poems. Some of them I've written, some I've not. So credits to the original owners.
Je n'aime pas, ce que Madame la Société nous a toujours enseigné. Selon elle, montrer nos émotions est dangereux, pouvant nous rendre faible; je ne suis pas d'accord avec elle. Selon moi, il faut trouver une balance, un moyen de se vider de nos émotions qui nous empêchent d'avancer, pour pouvoir en accueillir de nou...
Twenty days since Augustus Waters, the lanky, blue eyed boy with the crooked smile and a fear of oblivion limped across this earth. Twenty days since I've been called Hazel Grace. Twenty-eight days since his pre-funeral, where I read him the eulogy I had written him--The Last Good Day of Augustus Waters. - Ignoring th...
Screaming. Crying. Crashing. Yelling. Trying to call for help. No one comes. What has happened? Why has this happened? What is going on? I look over, all I see is what's left of the hunk of metal that used to be a car. A silver car, wrecked; sitting in the woods, in a ditch. I can't stop picturing their faces. S...
And I picked up my quill and let my thoughts and feelings dive deep in the ocean of poetry. ~All rights are reserved.
He doesn't know what he had been expecting out of the road trip itself besides burping contests and too much shitty gas station food with Oli and Stan, but in the brief moment before Harry ambles up his driveway, Louis idly wonders if this is about to become some sort of Gay Coming of Age story. Maine to California in...
A book full of angry black feminist op-eds and rants written by this black girl so keep your misogynoir to yourself ✨ i am not a teacher so please don't ask me teach you or educate you... google is free✨