Justlife Histoires

For my kinda people (if they exist)

Just a 12 yro talking about life n stuff, you still wanna read?

Four pairs of hands, and one of them completes the puzzle. (Or, four strangers find each other.)

It's a lighthearted story of how suprising life can actually be. Life doesn't need to be always bad; sometimes it's a pleasure ride.

It's Love story in Bangladesh And Filipina girlfriend in unexpected they feel Loved on the country that No For ever ☺️

"Wow! You are just like Margo Roth Speigelman!" I exclaim. She acts fictional but is real. "Margo Roth who?" She asked in confusion. I facepalmed. "Don't tell me you haven't read 'Paper Towns'." She shook her head. Oh my God! Who is this girl? "Why? John Green is a great writer." "For you. It must be. But for English Literature-almost-degree-holders, Shakespeare is our God!" She looked up at the sky. _________________ |||||||||||||||||||||||||||||||||| ----------------- I am Matt. Actually Matthew Gary Scott. I know that's an absurd and long name. Blame my parents! Please, because of them I have been shut in four walls of luxury. One day, I was walking school from home and I heard a storyteller. Her voice came out with confidence. Her stories didn't make sense, but she was able to make an audience. Her history is boring and interesting like the Egyptian civilization. Our chemistry is of friendship with elements of love and negative charge of class distinction. Physics and maths is not her piece of cake but literature is a part of her. Come with me and experience life through the eyes of a socially confident yet financially wrecked girl. Experience the learning struggles of upper and lower class manners. Experience the success of passion and art. And the failure in the exam of life. Life written like never before. Cry, laugh, be angry for once and be thankful for every moment. For she believed in philosophy and said, "Thankfulness does not come naturally. Be thankful for each moment. Good or bad. For who knows that a moment will soon become a memory buried beneath the Earth. We are writers of our own lives so in the end always believe that if we are written then we are different." And her name was a mystery itself. But I always knew it. Her name was Isla Juliet Roberts. Long and bookishly appropriate.

In this book I will right about my life

What's going on and some news I'd like to share with readers

"Hey, you wanna elope with me?" "Sure, but only if you're paying for gas."

Leaving bits of my phases, randomly.

This isn't a fictional story to be told in chapters because it's about life. It's about those people who's quiet minds scream at night and pretend to be calm in the morning. It's about those hearts that carry the weight of a boulder but can't be let out. It's about those people who feel unworthy, not enough, fearful all those things that kept them up all night. If you are ever lost in your head. You'll find a little piece of yourself through my words.

life in fragments. soft, messy, human. tiny windows into what it feels like to exist.

"Šílená? To nejlepší lidé jsou." Zašeptám, přivřu oči a opřu si svoje čelo o to jeho. Ne nejsem Harley Quinn, ale Miriam, sirotek, který se rozhodl svůj život udělat úžasný. A to že zachvilku poznám, že se nemusím spokojit jen s tím nejlepším, to zatím odložme. #morelovestories

Life,I hate it on Mondays ..... (these probably will be updates too)

please read

A short story, only a chapter long. Created in an english class and wanted to be shown to the world~! --------- A hidden gay love story, but it isn't really a love story. Read it to find out what happens to Remy :D *unedited* Published November 7th, 2021 --------- Photo is off of pinterest! i can, and will take it down if the owner wants me too! also looking for constructive criticism.

Pls don't read this lolol, it's just a rant book i made when I was 12

One thing happens and that causes everything else to explode. Why is life made like that?