Justagirl Stories

Call it what you will but I don't think it's poetry The name means chasing the light which is the sun Enjoy loves♥️

a collection ---------------------------------------------------------------- some are poems some just stories they might be deep thoughts I've had or cringe thoughts ma...

"They say age ain't nothing but a number." When sixteen year-old Riley Kutyler walks into Billie Joe Armstrong's life he's about to discover just how much self...

moonstone giant licks the sea and dwells over lost souls in the abyss of our hearts. // POETRY, A THIRD TIME.

If it feels like poetry to you, then so it shall be. For me, these words come from the deepest part of my heart. I hope you enjoy reading them, my loves. 𓍢ִ໋✧˚˖𓍢ִ

Just a girl trying to help

A life, a girl, a diary. I've always wanted a diary, but never got to write one. So, here I am. Sharing my life with strangers, but that's fine, because none of you kno...

just my random thoughts i guess

Diary entries of inner thoughts, a reflection of daily life, moments with God and we'll see what else haha

I am a floater wandering on thin ice. This is a journal Just me. No spell check No editing This is me untouched I write about whatever I see fit. Do not hold me to an...

Everyone has a heartbreak story; some have multiple. I want to share mine as best as I can. I hope you enjoy it

I am one of Those People. I am Eve. This is my story.

My mind is a mess. Or a complicated, organised chaos. Even i dont know.. So smile, and welcome to my world... (dont forget ur ice cream)... #fml, unedited... And so in...

A girl. Nobody understood. She spoke. And only complaint came out.

A compilation of poems written by me. These pages are filled with my deepest darkest thoughts. Please be careful as the subject of each poem can change and some are kind...

This story is about a girl who walks down the road of life...there are various phases a person has to go through,from childhood to teenage to adulthood and so on.but as...

another poem. just me trying to get thoughts out of my head.

When I was 2, I stole an orange from a fruit basket (How did I remember? Because my parents took a picture of me while I was chewing on the orange; yup, right on the pee...

My best poems from my diffrent poetry books all in one.