histórias de Gingergirl

As he gently cupped my face with his soft hands, I felt my breath start to leave my lungs. His deep brown eyes looked into my own. My cheeks became flushed to a dark shade of red, and I tried to look away but his warmth kept me longing for more. He then carefully traced his thumb over my lower lip and sighed. "You wanted to know the reason why I am in love with you?" I nodded and slowly brought up my hands to cover his. "That would complete my life. So," I paused, "tell me."

One girl. 3 brothers. One bathroom? What could go wrong?

A reserved, introverted boy finds himself yearning for the loving attention of an eccentric young lady in his class. How will he acquire her notice? After all, would such an intelligent, kindhearted, lively woman ever reciprocate?

𝐈𝐍 𝐖𝐇𝐈𝐂𝐇... she meets him and his brothers as she is the new girl and gets constantly gets made fun of by him causing her to hate him forever, well i wonder if that'll last long... 𝐎𝐑 𝐈𝐍 𝐖𝐇𝐈𝐂𝐇... he meets the new girl and immediately falls for her but had to hide his love by covering it up with hate, will that cover up last long enough... 🦌🍂🪵 this story is based in autumn/fall ( whatever you like to call it ) while they are 18 in school still. enemies to lovers

Taylor Mayer, a student in college, 2nd year. She has a lot to unpack, yet feels lonely. What would you do if a stranger walked up to you? Find out what happens to her and what she does only here in Goodbye, Stranger. Note: this is a work of fiction and is still on work. P.S. in means of my one best friend, this may be triggering to someone who gets emotional easily. xo, fairydeadmother

"nevěřím na lásku... Proč? protože zkrátka neexistuje, lidé si ji vymysleli, aby mohli odůvodnit proč se chovají jako bezmozci. " "jsi monstrum." řekl se strachem v očích a políbil mě

Short poem dedicated to my friend, who had turned 17 on December 24th. I wrote this a longer time ago but couldn't bring myself to publish it here until now. I only hope it is never too late to share a few verses.

That clock on the wall is really quite silly, it never stops talking. Tic Tock Tic Tock On and on it goes, jabbering in my ear. Sometimes I even talk back, when I'm lonely. Which is a lot. Tic Tock Tic Tock I just wish I knew what it was saying, what it meant. Tic Tock Tic Tock Maybe it's time I found out.

A Book Of My Ocs

My "dreams" about him <3