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She only started riding the subway because she had no other choice. She never meant to meddle in the affairs of a lonely, broken boy whose soul was as bitter as his name was sweet. Funny where public transportation will take you.
"Let others lead small lives, but not you. Let others argue over small things, but not you. Let others cry over small hurts, but not you. Let others leave their future in someone else's hands, but not you." - Jim Rohn
You crashed into him on the bus and the rest, as they say, is history.
She's the good girl. They're the bad boys. Which one will steal her heart?
a face full of stone // a heart with no sound // a life less than a memory // what does it mean to be human // i think i once knew but i've // forgotten // will you teach me // once more?
There was something mystical about airplanes when he stared at them flying across the sky. Mystical and sad. No matter what he did, he couldn't forget. Even as he slowly became a monster, he could never forget. Can we pretend that airplanes In t
Six boys. Countless stories.
She tried. She really did. But time is unforgiving and so is the world...
He was like a little brother to me, I swear. But when did he become a man?
She thought he was a stalker. He thought she was paranoid. Fate thinks they're meant to be.
"All you need is love. But a little chocolate now and then doesn't hurt." —Charles M. Schulz
No one's perfect, but we're perfect for each other.
Two years after our hot debut, we found ourselves heartbroken and abandoned as our fame skyrocketed ever higher. The one who left was our leader, like a father, but younger, and more brotherly, and this is the kind of sh*t that Kris said.
“Though I’m transparent, I’m standing in front of you. Your eyes just look over me.” – Blind by Trax
"Boys think of girls just like books; if the cover doesn't catch their eyes, they won't bother to read what's inside."
“This is the very perfection of a man, to find out his own imperfections.” --Saint Augustine
All I have to give is my love. And my life.
It's hard to get into the holiday spirit when Life throws you work instead of love. Drabbles.
A master pickpocket seven years in the making crumbles into the hands of an honest girl in just seven days.
She was a normal high school girl who didn't care about boys or love. All she wanted was to go to college, become a doctor, and save people's lives. And then they came along and messed it all up.
I found him and he became my sun on rainy days, my rain on sunny days. All thanks
The Twelve Boys of Christmas. Drabbles. May be wayyy OOC.
Sometimes, we lose ourselves. We forget who we are, why we are here. Those are the days that make us find out who we truly are.
It started with a kiss. ...Now where have I heard that before?
where I could paint a thousand words.
It's the holiday season and our boys are lonely. Drabbles.
如果全世界我也可以放弃 Even if I have to give up the whole world 至少还有你值得我去珍惜 At least I still have you, who is worth treasuring