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@WindingRoads well I'm glad you're going to post another chapter to Run before you delete your account.  Are you planning on trying to finish it in the chapter or explain what you wanted to do with it at the end? I really want to at least have an idea of the ending if you had a plan of it's at all possible

After eighteen months, I bid you a grand adieu.
          
          I used this website as a creative outlet of sorts, and am now ready to put it into the box full of childhood toys and baby-doll shirts. I've outgrown it. One thing that has become very obvious to me because of this site, is that I am a writer - not in the sense of books, but short-stories, poems, and songs - and I'm damn good at it. I have the support from this site to thank for figuring that one out.
          
          My account is being deleted. I do not plan on letting any of my stories on here continue to over stay their welcome, and I want to keep my ideas in my head from now on, instead of online.
          
          What I do want you to know is that all of these stories did have their end - sad or happy, maybe both - and that both Skinny Love and Messy Minds are very, very important stories that spilled over into songs, poems, etc. They live on. 
          
          Thank you, thank you, thank you. For caring about what I loved, what I was passionate about, Some of the comments and remarks I received on my works will always be on the back of my mind. Thank you.
          
          And now, for what would've been a piece of the conclusion of 'Messy Minds' :
          
          Their minds were messier than their hearts, and in all honesty Nova was still very much guarded when it came to Theo. That was just it though - an ocean stood between 'very much' and 'completely' when it came to her. "Any progress," as he had said, "is far better than you locking me out of your house in the middle of a snow storm again."
          
          And even better, was what they had found in each others messy mind.
          
          The stars, oblivion, destruction, and beauty all hidden beneath goose-bump covered skin. Skin he had once covered with his sweater last year. 
          
          And the only article of clothing that he would never get back.
          
          
          
          
          Farewell.

After eighteen months, I bid you a grand adieu.
          
          I used this website as a creative outlet of sorts, and am now ready to put it into the box full of childhood toys and baby-doll shirts. I've outgrown it. One thing that has become very obvious to me because of this site, is that I am a writer - not in the sense of books, but short-stories, poems, and songs - and I'm damn good at it. I have the support from this site to thank for figuring that one out.
          
          My account is being deleted. I do not plan on letting any of my stories on here continue to over stay their welcome, and I want to keep my ideas in my head from now on, instead of online.
          
          What I do want you to know is that all of these stories did have their end - sad or happy, maybe both - and that both Skinny Love and Messy Minds are very, very important stories that spilled over into songs, poems, etc. They live on. 
          
          Thank you, thank you, thank you. For caring about what I loved, what I was passionate about, Some of the comments and remarks I received on my works will always be on the back of my mind. Thank you.
          
          And now, for what would've been a piece of the conclusion of 'Messy Minds' :
          
          Their minds were messier than their hearts, and in all honesty Nova was still very much guarded when it came to Theo. That was just it though - an ocean stood between 'very much' and 'completely' when it came to her. "Any progress," as he had said, "is far better than you locking me out of your house in the middle of a snow storm again."
          
          And even better, was what they had found in each others messy mind.
          
          The stars, oblivion, destruction, and beauty all hidden beneath goose-bump covered skin. Skin he had once covered with his sweater last year. 
          
          And the only article of clothing that he would never get back.
          
          
          
          
          Farewell.

And I like your raspberry background. Them be my favorite berries.

I miss your face bitch.

You're such a bundle of joy and roses. I love you. We should  elope or something. And then go to LA so I can divorce you for Ash. No. I want Luke now. Let's get married so I can divorce you for Luke. Wouldn't that be fun. I think it'd be fun.

I can't believe the books are over, and gone. They they were one of the first books I read on watt pad, and my favorite. I read them when I felt sad, or wanted it get away from my normal life. Thank you so much for this book, and always being there. I love you so much x I was seriously crying when I read the last chapter. 

I literally feel like the worst person in the world. Really. The worst. If there is anything I can do to make it up to you, please tell me. The stories just now showed up on my phone. I feel so so so bad.

To Any And All Readers of 'Beauty Queen of Only Eighteen' and/or 'The Snow Globe':
          
          I have decided to complete the story starting from where it left off. No, the chapters have not been recovered, but everyone deserves an ending. 
          
          In three hours, one (or two) chapters will be posted on @BlindingLight
          
          See you there
          
           - WR -

I feel like a terribly shitty person for not finishing the email for snow globe and I swear as soon as my knee blows out or I'm done with volleyball I will slave away at writing but anyways HAPPY BIRTHDAY!!!!!!!!!!!!!!! No joke you are one of my writing idols. Hope you had a great day!