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She admired him from afar - the tall, artistic boy with eyes like poetry. Two years of silent love, hidden glances, and dreams before sleep. One message changed everything. But love, sometimes, is meant only to be felt... not returned. A story of quiet courage, unexpected truths, and the first love that always stays in your heart.

" poetry is the thoughts that breathe. it is the words that burn and silence that screams " a collection of my poems. hope you enjoy! yours truly, लावन्या / Lavanya

Fuck. My retinas are scorching. And I'm pretty sure this light is the great white light coming to take me to oblivion. What the fuck did I do last night? Turning, and squinting I might add, my question changes to *who* did I do last night? Shit, I shouldn't have moved. Too late. Is this what being seasick feels like? Cause it sucks. It sucks balls. Old,smelly dinosaur balls, as some would say. The part that suck even more is that I'm not anywhere *near* salt water! And what's with all this light?! Leaning back doesn't help. It's confirmed now. *Close your eyes. Take a deep breath. Now open.* Shit, there's a half-naked blonde next to me! Need to get her out. Now. I quietly tap her on her shoulder, but she's out. Tap a little harder. Nothing. I have converted over to shaking her and she's still out for the count. I can't even remember her name, so that's pointless. Plan B. This is gonna hurt like a motherfucker. *"Holy fuck!"* Yeah, definitely hurt like a motherfucker. Don't try this at home. My ears are ringing and my brain is pounding so badly that I think it might explode and all this isn't helping the sick to the stomach feeling I'm getting. But it worked. She stirs and turns so slowly to the point where it becomes annoying and I wanna throw her off the bed, but she eventually opens her eyes. "Hey?" She's smiling like I didn't just scream as if there's a serial killer in the house. "Hi." Well, this isn't awkward at all. My throat is burning. My voice is croaky, I just realized. I need water. And sleep. Maybe death will help. Never bringing a girl home again. *Don't be insensitive.* "Look... last night was fun. Really, it was. But we don't know each other, and you seem really sweet and *fun*. But my parents are gonna be home soon... So-" "So you're kicking me out." "No! No, no, no! Just... Maybe... Hurry it up?" Her face twists.

Toni wakes up one day; something is off- she cant move... why cant she move? *a shade emerges from the corner of her room darkness filling the air as a figure had moved into sight* What happens next? Read my book to find out!

LGBTQ people only please no homophobic people (people who hate LGBTQ)!!!!

welcome to another lovely artbook uwu family

In my this poetry, I'm telling all humans (in the form of a fairy from their dreamland) to make use of all the opportunities given to them by gods, do good deeds and make their dream come true.

You all can see here Xiao Zhan as a (male mermaid) mermaid and Wnag Yibo as a CEO of a well known company who will fell in love with our mermaid Xiao Zhan (male mermaid) In this story you will see how Xiao Zhan will get success in taking revenge from those bad guys who killed his parents and younger sister when he was just 5 years old. One more think he don't even seen those people, not even once also he fell in love with a guy. 😉 Let's see how he will find out the killers.

It's the title!

Louis Tomlinson went out lonely, wanting a friend badly and buys a painting of a guy with long greasy hair almost down to his shoulders. Buying it he speaks to the cash register. Buying it for $50 dollars, the lady says 50 days. A few days later the tired man comes home to the painting... empty. Looking at it amazed he sees a figure on the couch. The same missing figure in his painting. Aka, Harry Styles. Meeting each other they immediately bond with each other. Cover by @GlamouresDolls

• suicide poem • #generaltriggerwarning

I think about random things and I question them, so my advice for each thing.