Lovedrunk Stories

So, it's poetry. And I'm honestly not a writer, more of a reader. But I just need to get this chaos inside of me, out! It's a lot of things, all at once, but maybe this will help me get my crap together.

"I could soothe the pain. Let me be your alcohol to protect your wound if you just endure the sudden first pain. Let me be your kool-aid. I could take away your sadness. Let me be your gravity. Just fall for me. Let me be your syringe. I'll heal you from the inside. Or better yet, let me be your penicillin. Let me kill whatever's killing you inside. Sincere, just let me be your everything. If not, then better be your slave." ©

All of Me... loves all of you. Your first love is someone whose presence alone makes you high... which also means that it oftentimes leads to a crashing end, due to unrealistic ideals and actions.

Roses literally just roses which reminds me of him. Nothing less than a beautiful red rose.

Stiry

A small book of one shots for our favorite couple, Scrooge and Goldie. For all the Scroldie fans (Cover was made by @itsdetectiveliz at Tumblr and I don't own this)

In a place for runaways and misfit toys, A castle for reckless girls and troubled boys, I knew a lonesome lad with glassy eyes Who lost his life trying to touch the skies. sailing_saints ©️ 2018

prose and poetry about love and all the happiness and heartaches it entails. 08.27.17

So This Is My First Time Writing !! Its About A Girl Who Been Though It All With Her Jerk Of A Ex Boyfriend But A New Boy Comes Along And Tries To Open Her Back Up But Will The EX Let Her Move On While She Has Found Something Better?

Ever since Ryleigh lived in the boys house she was always the Beaumont's little sister. The protected one. What happens when she catches feelings for her brothers best friend.

A man figure appeared from the door through the dark. At first, I couldn't quite see him but as he appeared into light, he sat down on a chair in front of me. He had a rime of grey, sand-rough stubble as though he hadn't shaved for days but he seemed to be at peace with it. and his eyes; They were a dazzle with wonder over a friendly smile. Ha had a Devil-may-care outlook and swashbuckling personality, Titan's shoulders. "Hello ma'am, you must be Cassie." Deep voice. He was wearing ritzy clothes. His only blemish was that his eyebrows knitted in frustration, handsome in an understated way. He had a good pair of biceps that showed over his folded sleeves; spoke of strength. He looked as if he were from a Sherlock-Holmes series.

And perhaps, we never forget because the universe don't want us to.

just read the story

Lydia Grace and Harry Styles are anything but alike. Lydia works at an organization for kids with Cancer. Harry likes partying and getting wasted. But what happens when their worlds collide? Will Lydia change Harry for the better? And what about when they start to develop some feeling they've never felt before towards each other?

How many times does this happen a week? How much more of this can I put up with? When is the end? I know I can't leave him, I LOVE HIM. Yes the 3 words, 8 letters, I said it. I just wish it would all stop.

This book is about a typical teenage love. Between a girl loving and a boy wanting nothing but sex it's just your typical summer.