"You know, kids don't usually drink sodas at parties." "Well, now they do." "You're literally the only one here not drinking alcohol." "Ok, and?" "Sassy aren't we?" "Only towards certain people."

Everyone says I'm crazy. What for? I'm not crazy. I'm not weird. I'm not psychotic. I just like psychotic things.

[completed.]

there's a new guy at school and he's full of himself. you both hate each other, till one day something between the two of you changes.

around the age of 16 something happens to you... you and your soulmate become connected. you could get a tattoo of their first words, a string connecting you to them, share a sense with them, a bit of your hair is always their hair color, a tattoo with their first words, game of hot and cold. The possibilities are endless. the popular boy is 'innocent' the punk kid is 'an asshole' but things are never quite what they seem Jesus that seems ominous. note: I've changed a lot since i wrote this, I dont agree or condone any of this shit -jynx march 2022

I always keep getting asked by others why I am the person I am. And what I have been through. Who made me, and I am always associated with a prick named Markiplier. I geuss it's time to get things straight. I CAME BEFORE HIM AND DON'T YOU FORGET IT! HE IS A PATHETIC EXCUSE FOR A LOOK A LIKE! ~With Hate From A Black Soul, Dark ___

"You know, we are all the same" "No. No we are not"

You can swear at me me. You can look at me as if I'm disgusting. But underneath the hate we will always be connected by love.

Looking back, I can't even fully understand how this all happened. We used to have everything. A normal life, a normal school, a normal house. We used to be so innocent and naive, but now we're not. Now, we have nothing. We have nowhere left to go yet we've never been happier. How messed up is that? But more important: how messed up are we? "Listen to me, Frankie" He says, gently lifting my chin with his index finger. "I just wanted you to know that... no matter what happens from now on, you'll never fight alone. Okay? I won't let you" I sit up. "But why are you doing this? Why do you care so much?" I ask. "Because you're the only beautiful thing left in the world" He says, concern filling his eyes. And that's all it takes for me to believe him. *Trigger warnings. Also it's fluff no smut don't hate me for that lol*

HAHAH WTF WHY AM I DOING THIS MY WRITING SUCKS FUCJ Btw I take requests you fucks