kiara

u r kool

i'm never on here lmao but forest hit 1k reads! i know that's not a lot but for that many people to have read a peice of my work is pretty fucking dope. omg i hate myself. :))))) cheers,
          -ash x

hiiii, i kinda forgot about wattpad for a minute, but yea. anyways, gonna start tweaking things and writing more, so wejfibwdf. luv u all. feel free to hit me up sometime !! 
          cheers, 
          -ash x

all of my stories are shit sorry :'-)

undo by the 1975 is literally my favourite freaking song

GUYS!!! i'm writing a 5sos one shot story book, so feel free to send shit in! :-)

I absolutely love your reading list names

can't take the kid from the fight, take the fight from the kid, sit back relax, sit back relapse again

haven't you heard? i'm not yours anymore,, im not yours anymore

I didn’t know what i wanted in life. Scratch that, I wanted to live. To feel alive. To breathe and not have to worry about anything. But that was unrealistic. I feel like nobody thinks what I think, nobody dreams when they blink. I buried my earbuds in my ears until I was sure I wouldn’t be able to hear anything other than the music blasting through the tiny speakers. I put on kitchen sink by Twenty One Pilots and thought about the lyrics,,  kitchen sink to you is not a kitchen sink to me ,, what does a stupid kitchen sink represent? What the hell does it mean? I think a kitchen sink, the faucet your mind, my mind, the faucet allows my thoughts and all the junk to pour out, but my mouth, the knobs on the faucet, stop my thoughts and stuff from coming out, when the kitchen sink is overflowing, all the words, and numbers, and pictures, and feelings and the miscellaneous stuff that was stored in my brain and in my mind is poured out, into words and actions. But the knobs make it so that it doesn’t happen, so that the kitchen doesn’t flood, so people don’t get hurt, so people don’t try to understand.