"This cosmic dance of bursting decadence and withheld permissions twists all our arms collectively, but if sweetness can win, and it can, then I'll still be here tomorrow, to high five you yesterday my friend. Peace"
-Tote Tarter
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Stories by thevictoriamarshall
Unsure
It is 4 AM and I am writing. My head is cloudy and I should be asleep. I don't know why, but I am writing. I...
My First
Meghan was never interested in boys. She grew up with two older brothers and two younger brothers. She knew h...
Cooler Than You: The Story Goes On
My story wasn't cooperating so I decided to just continue the story in a different book. It's the same so mak...