"before i ruined it all, you wrote this book. and i did this, to help you remember what we once had. you saw the good in me that nobody else did, and after all of that, here i am still missing you like crazy." © all rights reserved ; kay
❝strikes of lightning, hit the pole, ending life immediately.❞ [ prequel to 'thunderstorms', you don't need to read thunderstorms to understand this, but i highly recommend it. ] highest ranking: #483 under short story
he made the loud sound seem like nothing but a distant memory.
hellooo!! this is my rant book. i like plants, and i like rants, so i thought, "wow paige!! much creative! super smart! title nice!" so here's my rant book!!!!1!! (P.S. i am not personally trying to offend anyone unless i say so. sorry if you're offended. if you want to be a baby go back to preschool pls. thanks, that...
In which a boy was too much a nervous wreck to initiate a conversation with the girl of his dreams, so rather, he finds a loophole. [Completed.] © 2015-19 runninglow wattpad
In which a Central American exchange student has never touched snow (although it is on her bucket list) and her Canadian classmate really wants to go out on a wintery date with her. - (story idea - @milkandcookies)
❝I want you to promise me something, if you love someone tell them, even if your scared that it's not the right thing. You say it and you say it loud.❞ ❝I love you.❞ ❝Wait what.❞ story idea: johnsonslilbaby
"As they leave the door, I make my way to the bedroom. I open the door and I can finally see why I cared to much about this girl. She's so beautiful. Her eyes, her hair, everything seems so perfect, even when she has a black arm and a band aid around her head. I can see a tattoo on her shoulder "je ne regrette rien" I...
"you made flowers grow in my lungs. and although they are beautiful, i can't fucking breathe."
And she, the beautiful girl with angel eyes, continued to believe there was something left to love. © weepies. All rights reserved. [[TRIGGER WARNING]]
He was so fragile, like the flowers his mother used to plant in his back garden, the ones cherry red that wilted too fast. Shawn was the cherry red flower, it was when he laid in my lap, our fingers intertwined and my arms around him, that I knew he would wilt too fast. © weepies. All rights reserved. [[TRIGGER WARNIN...
omegle was made for boredom. when odysseia goes on omegle, as an innocent teen, things go awry. • shawn is your average highschooler; hot and horny. omegle is his favorite pasttime, especially when it features his penis. • odysseia's sinless eyes feast themselves upon his dick. she screams and covers her eyes. what do...
I make up stories in my head of an amazing human being. And in my fairy tales and imagination they are all true in my heart. ♡♡♡
she was a bright little sunshine who fell hopelessly in love with the dark moon- who only ended up being a bomb of endless destruction, soon causing destruction upon herself.
you see, there is a fine line between liking someone and being in love with someone, and i think i have slipped into the loving someone side • in which a boy tends to be outgoing can't speak a single word to the girl he loves, and his friends are trying to help him finally speak to the girl + lori (-magicmendes)
he loved her skin color. and he loved her deep eyes. and he loved the strands of her black hair. - kayla (guhlinskiii) 2015
in which a dangerous guy falls for an innocent girl, convincing her that everything's all right. but is it? © kidsinIove // sophia
in which a girl falls for a boy who is not capable of loving lower case intended © @lookingespinosa // ali
he watches her through his telescope, making him want her more. all rights reserved // traplordmaloley 2015 story idea // intrication
At a local, empty McDonald's, she finds herself eavesdropping on a conversation between a boy and a girl. He is clearly in love with her. No, he is not staring at her massive boobs, but at her massive smile. And he is actually listening to what she says. And his replies are the sweetest things the eavesdropper has eve...
when the going gets hard, remember ur melanin is beautiful and ur culture is rich
"what's your name?" the good looking barista asked the cute girl. she was nervous. "iris." he handed the cup of her pumpkin spiced latte back and what she read on her cup was not her name. what he had written on the cup was, for the most beautiful girl i've seen today. © to -MILKANDCOOKIES for the idea -lowercase inte...
