Loathing Stories

⊱ 𝓝𝓮𝓿𝓮𝓻 𝓲𝓷 𝓪 𝓶𝓲𝓵𝓵𝓲𝓸𝓷 𝔂𝓮𝓪𝓻𝓼 ⊰ Olivia Carver, the hopeless romantic, who denies it and tries to hide away the cracking shadows of her past trauma with smiles and laughter. Aiden Parker, who has his own load of shit in his past to deal with too, but he copes a different way- the more violent way by getting in trouble almost every single day. They despise each other. After 𝘵𝘩𝘢𝘵 day, Olivia and Aiden both already try to avoid each other as much as possible in school. But how much can that help when Aiden is forced to give her basketball lessons they need to do for their grade and she cannot refuse because she completely sucks in sports? What will happen when the line of 'just a month of tolerating each other' blur and they can actually stand each other? Maybe even more than that. 𝓢𝓽𝓪𝓻𝓽𝓮𝓭: ᴀᴘʀɪʟ 2025

This is the sequel to Nightmares, so if you haven't read that you should probably read that before you read this because otherwise this will make literally no sense at all. So anyways - Paige has had a difficult 2 1/2 years but now she is on a mission to solve the mysteries that make her life so complicated, along with this she is trying to out run her past, but in order for Paige to unravel these mysteries will she have to make peace with her past ? Or will her past come back to haunt her and drag her back down ?. (Told From Paige's Point Of View)

》* 。 • ˚ ˚ ˛ ˚ ˛ • 。* 。° 。* 。 • ˚《 In a world where water holds footsteps and colors lie, a mirror reveals a reflection that should not exist. It watches. It waits. And it knows what comes next. As sleep and waking begin to overlap, the question is no longer what the dream means-but which version of the self will remain when it ends. 》* 。 • ˚ ˚ ˛ ˚ ˛ • 。* 。° 。* 。 • ˚《

This is a book which as 15 poems reflecting poet's relationship with himself. It's not a traditonal poem type, more of a modern poem expressing raw emotions than the structure that it should posses. It's melancholic, heavy yet light when you know that, this shall pass as well.

Finding Neo

I'm literally just yapping abt myself. :)

Growing up Maddie's life was everything but easy. Parents died at six, boarding school at eleven and now, an unknown world at seventeen. While trying to save frogs from being dissected in her bio class she stumbles into a magic world filled with all kinds of people, monsters and adventures. It should be impossible for a human to even enter this sacred place, yet here she is. But beneath the school is something evil hiding, getting ready to seek revenge for a war that happened millenniums ago. Will a simple human girl be able to survive this place? Having the schools prince watching her every move definitely doesn't help much either. In a time of need, maybe even your worst enemies could be your allies. - "I can feel his ice cold eyes boring into the back of my head, I just can't seem to figure out whether he wants to kill me or slam me against the wall and kiss me"

All my life, I thought I was strong, but turns out I'm just a pushover who lets people I love walk all over me.

Forgiveness is a weapon

Oh what a crooked man you are, dear sir dear sir

my poem of my shit life

I was travelling to Bath in England on a school trip and this is how I felt on the coach journey . let's just say I felt like a depressed poet 😅 but seriously I was on the brink of having a panic attack

Elphaba and Glinda were at it again... And the Shiz students loved it! Nothing entertained them more than watching two hot witches going at it. Countless bets were placed and nobody was worried about the fun ever ending because, either way, it seemed that it would last their whole lives long.

(summer)2019 apparitions entrench the woodland cover art: autumn dreams by julia tochilina (https://www.instagram.com/j.tochilina/)

Have you ever thought about the people you walk past? You might notice that they're there, but have you ever wondered their past? What they've been through? Maybe they have body issues, or maybe they have a disorder. Don't judge a book by its cover, nor by its Table of Contents.

Once, I was really angry and wrote a poem. This is that poem.