CHAPTER 1 IS OUT BOIS!!
YET I STILL NEED 2 MORE TEACHERS!! (and there are 3 friend spaces left but they don't all HAVE to be filled)
When people get too tall they start to look like suspicious politicians. I'm serious, this isn't some kind of joke. I first noticed the uncanny resemblance when I was traveling to Salt Lake City last ...
Strong Language.
"Life ain't easy. Never was since humans climbed down from them trees and started lighting fires. Everywhere is just war and starving and disease. You struggle, working for two w...
We allow ourselves to be everything and anything but ourselves.
I lost myself on my way home, what was supposed to be the right way became the wrong path.
I'm seeing the pretty little things now that I'm walking at a slower pace - β‘
Hey what's up. If you're reading this post or even just this caption, you're awesome *finger guns*
This is the first bit of poetry that I've ever posted on this site. Or any site, really. It feels goo...
We were twenty in the bus after the amazing tour, heading back to camp. Only one of us made it back, alive. And that memory will always follow me.
This is about my first friend. Happy birthday to her! Thank you for sitting with me on the first day of school. And for being my first ever friend.
bits and pieces of what a bus can teach you | an excerpt from my diary
A poem I wrote when I missed the bus to the park and it was almost pitch-black outside.
Dear Girl On The Bus, Hi. you donβt know me, but I know who you are. Youβre the girl who sits across from me on the bus, the One with great fashion sense. You looked really pretty in the red coat the ...
A girl meets a boy on the bus, their friendship grew until...
CHAPTER 1 IS OUT BOIS!!
YET I STILL NEED 2 MORE TEACHERS!! (and there are 3 friend spaces left but they don't all HAVE to be filled)
When people get too tall they start to look like suspicious politicians. I'm serious, this isn't some kind of joke. I first noticed the uncanny resemblance when I was traveling to Salt Lake City last ...
Strong Language.
"Life ain't easy. Never was since humans climbed down from them trees and started lighting fires. Everywhere is just war and starving and disease. You struggle, working for two w...
We allow ourselves to be everything and anything but ourselves.
I lost myself on my way home, what was supposed to be the right way became the wrong path.
I'm seeing the pretty little things now that I'm walking at a slower pace - β‘
Hey what's up. If you're reading this post or even just this caption, you're awesome *finger guns*
This is the first bit of poetry that I've ever posted on this site. Or any site, really. It feels goo...
We were twenty in the bus after the amazing tour, heading back to camp. Only one of us made it back, alive. And that memory will always follow me.
This is about my first friend. Happy birthday to her! Thank you for sitting with me on the first day of school. And for being my first ever friend.
bits and pieces of what a bus can teach you | an excerpt from my diary
A poem I wrote when I missed the bus to the park and it was almost pitch-black outside.
Dear Girl On The Bus, Hi. you donβt know me, but I know who you are. Youβre the girl who sits across from me on the bus, the One with great fashion sense. You looked really pretty in the red coat the ...
A girl meets a boy on the bus, their friendship grew until...