Lovedrunk Stories

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

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?

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.

Harry is in it...sooooo

A collection of my original poetry. Yes. Another poetry book that will probably go unnoticed.

A poem about my first love.. red wine. (Artist unknown)

Call me addicted, but I can't get enough of you.

Ishte e shtune,nga ato te shtunat e zakonshme ku mengjesi fillon me nje kafe dhe nje pakete cigare.Ulem diku dhe filloj mendoj sesi ishte mbremja e djeshme.Them me vete se ka qene nga ato mbremjet qe as ne telenovela nuk mund te xhirohen pasi jane vertete te veshtira per tu realizuar.Sa here kujtoj sesi u futa ne shtepine tende pas ores 00:30 kur ne dhomen ngjitur ishin prinderit e tu dhe ne dhomen tjeter ne me vjen te qesh embelsisht dhe te mendoj se jemi te cmendur.E vleresoj guximin tend per te dale e per te me hapur deren e shtepise pasi kaperceva murin e lart sa per pak nuk rash me koke e te vdisja ne vend.Pasi hyme brenda ne dhome dhe filluam te perqafoheshim si te cmendur pasi kishim qe ne fund te shkolles qe nuk takoheshim ,na vinin ndermend te gjitha budalliqet,zenkat,dhe cdo gje tjeter qe kishim bere.Pasi kaluan 3 ore dhe une duhet te ikja ,shpirti nuk na ndahej..por gjithsesi une duhet te ikja por per tu kther prape per disa kohe dhe perseri do te vertitesha nga muri.

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

TBH be ready

I published this a while back as Her for us. But as I reread it I decided to make a few unnoticeable changes.

I've seen it all. Done it all. And in all, this story is not about love, it is about bad decisions, regrets and a search for redemption.Read on !

Falling in love felt a little tipsy so the fall was never a bother. Ezra is an artist that fell for those he never liked to associate with. She was a half cast just like his mom but way way prettier. ###still on going ### Enjoy the thrill and don't hesitate to leave a comment.

love poeмѕ, нearтвreaĸ poeмѕ, ѕad poeмѕ. мy love lιғe ιn poeтry. enтer мy world, мy тнoυgнтѕ are an open вooĸ, тo yoυ. • вaѕed on real lιғe evenтѕ oғ тнe author • Snapchat: ScarlettParton ©copyrιgнт вy: ScarlettParton

Flonne is popular, pretty, intelligent and rich and so as her 3 best friends. Whether she likes it or not, she belong to the Elite Circle of their little town. The only thing that she wanted was to graduate, and that is just one year away. They cannot wait to study in the big city especially away from the town's radar where they were considered celebrities or even worst, possession. But everything will be up side down when secrets starts to be revealed, people that they don't know existed shows up and past catch up with the future. The only thing that will keep them going was one another, except of course they don't.