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"I thought you wasn't a romantic" "I mean I do what I can" he shrugged standing there looking so damn fine. I stepped down my porch and went over to him and his Cadillac. He leaned off the car "Hi my name is August and I will be your date for tonight" making me blush a little. I took the bouquet of pink roses. "Thank you August" He opened the door for me and I got in. He shut the door and leaned down till we were face to face. "Buckle up baybeh. You in for a ride" Read for more.. Seoni's looking a 90's love in this generation. A good man is hard to find but Seoni was willing to wait for that one guy, and while not what she expected she may have fallen for a hood romantic guy.

Seventeen-year-old Andrea Stark has everything - brains, money, and a last name that opens every door in the world. What she doesn't have is a sense of restraint. After a blackout-drunk night lands her in police custody, the world learns Tony Stark has a daughter... and she's a handful. Now, grounded by Iron Man himself and exiled to public school as punishment, Andrea's learning to navigate classes, gossip, and life without VIP access. Her plan? Stay unbothered, look good, and make it through the semester without another scandal. Too bad her first day involves bumping into a flustered Peter Parker, becoming the center of every rumor in Midtown High, and realizing that maybe - just maybe - there's more to being a Stark than chaos and headlines.

Replicate Miley's outfits from Hannah Montana Season 3.

Just a girl who is growing up Yearly or monthly updates because you can't rush growing up and self discoveries.

Well, recently I have been writing poems and I thought it would be a good idea to post them on here. Please no hate. Please don't copy any of my poems. I have taken time on most of these to express my feelings. So please don't take them. Some of these poems have some graphics in them and some of them might talk about suicide. So there's a warning for any triggering things.

⚠️ self-harm, suicide and mental health just some stuff i've written

im just a silly girl in a stupid dumb old world (trigger warning i suppose) xoxo

i need to blow off some steam and i just feel like telling my stories on the internet :3

All of these are dreams that I've had. Please feel free to try and decipher them. They are hard to follow at times because I can't remember everything 100%. It may take a while for me to add new ones. I won't publish any spicy dreams. These are all transferred from my notes app, and the punctuation is terrible. They vary in length. A little background: A lot of these include band kids, I am not a band kid and possess little knowledge about instruments. I typically do not have a crush on any of these people, if I do I'll write it down before I get into the dream. I found the cover on Pintrest

I'm invisible, metaphorically that is, i have no friends and no family i want to be visible. This is a story of a girl who basically gets ignored she has nobody but a teacher to trust but she is willing to take the next step to get the world to know her☺

My best poems from my diffrent poetry books all in one.

They said university would be the best years of my life. I believed them. Until I saw my first carryover, tasted hostel spaghetti, and cried in front of a lecturer's door for attendance. This is not a success story - not yet. This is the real, raw, ridiculous journey of a Nigerian girl trying to stay sane in a world of 7am classes, unwashed lab coats, and roommates that pray too loudly. Welcome to my campus diary. Welcome to my shege.

"They say age ain't nothing but a number." When sixteen year-old Riley Kutyler walks into Billie Joe Armstrong's life he's about to discover just how much self control he really has. Because in spite of her young age Riley knows exactly what she wants. And she wants Billie.

My stories. My moments. Random thoughts. Something about me. Just writing. Kind of like a diary, I guess. I'll probably delete it later. English is not my first language.

Just some parts of my life and how I feel I guess. My real name isn't Meena by the way.

I just write poetry at night some of its sad some happy some random thoughts I did all of these poems for my mental health and coping ways but figured others could benefit. Most of this was highschool to first year of college!

A collection of rants and annoying situations that occur to the less perfect ones of the human population. Anything from the over used cliché scenario to the one thing that makes you go "oh my god I thought I was the only one!" Read for yourself, and find out Can you relate?