Freeyourmind Stories

❝If I'm going to write a book it will be about you − about your flaws − because when I first fell in love with you it was because of your flaws.❞ All rights reserved @ o p t i c a l i t y | 2017

the truth hurts, but secrets kill. [EXTENDED SUMMARY INSIDE] all rights reserved ©️ ana 2019

❝ − It's a terrible thing, the destruction of words.❞ All rights reserved @ o p t i c a l i t y | 2017

My 2 am writings of those anxious, depressed, random "contemplate the world" kind of thoughts that I managed to salvage and didn't delete.

I like to write poetry sometimes so here it is 🙃

Taking a deep dive to explore overwhelming issues- the inevitable reality check and an attempt to allow flowers to bloom from the ashes with a rather twisted sense of humor. ( Yes, Poetry is rife and spirituality is an overpowering theme so if it's not particularly your scene, don't even bother. No, of course this is not me trying to use reverse psychology to get you to read this . *Inserts Evil Laugh Here* )

never demotivate yourself, thats the least thing you can do in life

Read along as I talk about my mindset of how I feel daily. If you feel the same way you are welcome to chat me on here <3

"-no body does it like you do." [ a collection of short stories ]

Short, shitty, sad poems *READ AT YOUR OWN RISK* ☡TRIGGER WARNING FOR ALL CHAPTERS☡ *It is only mature due to the fact that there is self harm

Alyssa Marks can't seem to let go. Warning: I wrote this when I was 13/14 and have done minimal editing since then, but that doesn't mean you should hold back any constructive criticism to spare my feelings. Fire away:) Also, I am currently rewriting this. In all honesty, this is rewritten draft #4 of the story and am planning on posting the final draft (yes that would be the 5th version of this story) by the end of July 2018. This book is very personal to me and parallels my own dealings with grief. I just want it to be as close to perfect as possible.

i like words. so i write them. now you have to read them. cover by -daisukii

In which we read about love from the perspective of a weird person falling for a Starbucks boy.

"She swoons over fictional characters and he can't sleep." Monday always comes into Cafe Au Lait at nearly midnight for some coffee and a good book. She's never been that great at speaking to people but throw in the sleepy and rather cute Barista named Bryce manning the counters at that ungodly hour, makes the shy bibliophile and the sleep deprived barista, nothing short of beautiful.

❝She was pain in the form of the one who broke his heart.❞ All rights reserved. @ o p t i c a l i t y | 2017

/ A collection of poems/ They have lit me up like cigarettes, their words like fire, burning be down to ashes. From ashes to dust, they have burnt me alive, turned me to a toxic waste. -a.d.

A true story that enters the mind and heart of teenagers internationally

Tonight is not the night I'm letting go. I'm not letting go of you. • highest ranking #497 in Short Story - 08/14/17 COMPLETE ✔

Depression and mental illness Poems or spoken word. ❌MAY HAVE A TRIGGER WARNING ❌

A diary of our worst thoughts