Softgrunge Stories

Winter has away of making lonely people notice each other. Gregory is trying to build a future before life hardens him completely. With a prison job application in one pocket and a pack of cigarettes in the other, he drifts through cold city nights carrying more uncertainty than hope. Then a torn coat pocket leads him into Whitmore Tailors - a small shop glowing warmly against the snow. Inside, he meets Daniel Whitmore. Quietly observant and impossible to forget, Daniel repairs more than fabric. What begins as a simple encounter between two strangers slowly unfolds into something deeper: late-night phone calls, shared silences, unspoken fears, and the fragile comfort of being truly seen by another person. But Gregory's world is pulling him toward something darker. As he steps closer to a career inside the prison system, the weight of violence, isolation, and emotional exhaustion threatens to consume the softer parts of himself Daniel seems determined to protect. Set against snowy streets, dim apartment lights, and the timeless warmth of a tailor shop, The Whitmore Tailors is a deeply emotional story about intimacy, masculinity, loneliness, and the terrifying vulnerability of love. Some things are stitched together slowly. Others unravel all at once.

Sometimes, you have to breathe in poetry to feel alive again. And oh, come inside my Wonderland. Darling, I am waiting. Book cover by: @notursaint © Copyright 2016 By: Adiiid

Hope was abandoned by her best friend Chris when she was fourteen and he was sixteen. No one knows where he went, until she runs into him on her first day of college. {"Where'd you go? Where's your home? How'd you end up all alone?"}

"This one is for us. It's our point of view"

Sad love story

i am still here.... even if i am no longer your necessity ....

Hazel a simple soft girl but her life change when she had to marry Rayn the mafia leader for his family debts ************************* Rayn smith a ruthless man get married just to ruined her life a mafia leader like a monster in human ****************

following along with poppy on her fun adventures as a human bagel!!!:-)

Sometimes it's hard to find the aesthetic that fits you best. (I know it's hard for me too) As I got to looking, it's pretty cool to find that there's a large variety of styles and even personalities that just fits so aesthetically. I enjoy picking out what objects, shapes, and colors go together so perfectly. (might not be that perfect, I could be wrong) But I'll try my best in research JUST FOR FUN : ) and please don't be shy and tell me your type of aesthetic

art by @seesaws.for.kork It is a couple years later, and Peppa is now around 15. Her Dad working closely with the CEO of huge Enterprise TikTok, she's become the trendiest in high school. This story follows her crazy and 'comedic' life. this is for comedy purposes >.<

A midnight meeting at a gas station turns into something neither of them planned for. Willow is used to leaving before anything can stay. Jesse is used to turning moments into distractions. But between cherry candy, late night calls, and words written on a drink can, something starts to linger that neither of them knows how to name. Some connections feel accidental. Others feel like they've been waiting in the dark longer than either of them have been alive. And sometimes, the most dangerous thing about meeting the right person is how normal it feels at first.

I'm not going to define this "book". Definitions defeat the possibility for change.

[ DISCONTINUED ] "one day. all is ask is one day. just give me one day to prove to you that i made a wrong choice of loving him and i shall show you what true love feels like." ! Ah, the nice clicking sound of a lighter that is lights up a flame. A flame that could burn anything; a flame that could light up a joint, making me a person that I never knew I was. Smoking a joint and staying high all the time is the only chance that I could forget him. Oh, I wish I could. All Rights Reserved © joey ; wxntrlcs [ 2015 ]

It's a shame that I'd probably still adore you, with your hands around my neck.

t h e a e s t h e t i x s e r i e s ~ b o o k u n a soft grunge and shit