I screwed up. I mean, really screwed up. I don't remember a time where I haven't screwed up, but this feels like I've gone past the point of no return. I've always thought that people wouldn't care. Wouldn't care if I suddenly dissappeared off the face of the earth. They wouldn't care if I was being beaten senseless on the ground. No one has ever cared, and I don't believe they ever will. Not really. Sometimes people just need a reminder. A reminder that they're worth it and that they're not alone. Some people just need a person they can trust. Some people are just so far gone that there's no saving them. How sad it is that I'm one of the latter. Trigger warnings: self harm, suicidal thoughts/attempt, depression, abusive parents, trauma, abuse, self destruction etc. Click on my profile to read SAVED 2.

[book #1 in the dark empire trilogy] 𖢻 "i don't know whether i should kiss you, or stab you..." 𖢻 [mafia/gang au] warnings: - strong language - sexual content - violence - death - mentions of sa

You thought they were just strangers you laughed and danced with on a drunken night abroad. But at a high-profile fashion show that you were supposed to cover as a journalist, you realize the truth: they're Stray Kids - and one of them, Changbin, hasn't stopped looking at you since. Between his teasing smiles, the group's knowing grins, and the memory of that night, staying professional feels impossible. if u got ideas text me, im happy to include some stuff

Jmenuji se Vanesa. Je mi 17 a potkám skvělého kluka