Le regret de vivre means, in french, The regret of living. Through a hard time every teenager lives we all regret being alive. This is me right now, expressing that regret and publishing things that make me forget about the world and just put a smile on my face
Send my an owl, with any request...you're welcome into my domain
This is me, nothing else. Not that fake face you'll see in the street hanging. Trying to express what I sometimes can't tell, just like you.
Like Harry Potter? Glee? Dr.Who? Music? Meaning of life? Another opinion? Something alternative? Welcome, then!
petition to make young adult authors stop writing about girls whose lives change when they meet a boy
When she saw him time slowed to a stop. He was so perfect and she knew her life would never be the same because she had finally found him. The one. The first boy she would ever kill.