SimpShrimp

Hello! Sorry for dropping in your message board with a kind request.
          
          I've recently published a book called 'Where Scars Don't Show'. It's about two individuals who are poles apart but alike in ways more than they could think of.
          
          If you happen to have some spare time in between your chaotic life and current reading list or are looking for something new, could you please give it a chance?
          
          A few chapters are up. But you could just look at the Aesthetics and tropes to see if it's something you'd enjoy, and join them in their journey if you feel connected to them. And if not then... well, you can let me know that too :'-)
          
          No pressure at all, but I'd genuinely be happy and grateful if this story would click with you. 
          
          https://www.wattpad.com/story/337368897?utm_source=android&utm_medium=link&utm_content=story_info℘_page=story_details_button℘_uname=scribblefly_
          
          

@feisty_Taco
          Hi, and thanks for choosing to follow my page, I hope you find it worth your while.

Hello! Really sorry for disturbing you but i would be sooooooo much happy if you gave me a chance and had a look at this story. Its a comic book, webcomics. If you read it, hope you like it. Anyway God bless you. Have a nice day!
          
          https://www.wattpad.com/story/402739224?utm_source=ios&utm_medium=link&utm_content=story_info&wp_page=story_details&wp_uname=kitaplaro123

The ride home was as lively as our town's graveyard. I was glued to the door the entire time, ready to jump out the minute we got to my house or just in case he decided to bring up what Dream Hero had had no problem discussing. I clutched the door handle like it was a lifeline and prayed it wouldn't result in me jumping out of a moving car.
          
          Hero didn't seem to notice. 
          
          It was clear that his mind was somewhere else. He didn't try to talk to me like he had done back in class which was good because all that I could think about was the fact that he had friendzoned me and that he had gotten Melissa's name wrong.
          
          I wanted to correct him so bad that I just—
          
          "It's Melissa." I blurted out the minute I got out of the car. "The girl Donovan's with, her name is Melissa. Not Melinda."
          
          "Okay? Potato Tomato." was his response. He looked at my hand that was still clutching the car door before looking back at me. "Can I go now?"
          
          "It's actually," I chuckled nervously, letting go of the door. "It's, um, tomato—Potato Potato and Tomato Tomato but I get your confusion—"
          
          "Harley."
          
          "Hm?"
          
          "Close the door." He muttered and I scrambled to do just that before rushing to get inside so that I could scream into my pillow at how ridiculous I had just been."Harley." He called out once more and I screeched to a halt like an unoiled robot, waiting for him to speak.
          
          "Check your messages once in a while." He mumbled. "Otherwise exchanging numbers would be pointless, wouldn't it?"
          
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          For your next read❤️
           https://www.wattpad.com/story/377348659-Socially-Awkward 

Sometimes I wish I was an octopus, so I could slap eight people at once 

Helplessness feels safe when responsibility feels scary. 
          But staying there just keeps you stuck and drags down others with you 

There’s a strange comfort in being helpless... because if you’re always drowning, you never have to learn how to swim.

"We have only one story. All novels, all poetry, are built on the never-ending contest in ourselves of good and evil. And it occurs to me that evil must constantly re-spawn, while good, while virtue, is immortal. Vice has always a new fresh young face, while virtue is venerable as nothing else in the world is."

“In uncertainty I am certain that underneath their topmost layers of frailty men want to be good and want to be loved. Indeed, most of their vices are attempted short cuts to love. When a man comes to die, no matter what his talents and influence and genius, if he dies unloved his life must be a failure to him and his dying a cold horror. It seems to me that if you or I just choose between two courses of thought or action, we should remember our dying and try so to live that out death brings no pleasure to our world.”
          
          - John Steinbeck, East of Eden

Tired of the present,
          Haunted by the past,
          Afraid for the future.