The Threads Of Reconciliation (on Wattpad) https://www.wattpad.com/story/367214355-the-threads-of-reconciliation?utm_source=web&utm_medium=tumblr&utm_content=share_myworks&wp_uname=Queen-Mal-Rocks Evangeline and Alessio are about to turn 17. The threads of their relationships with their biological family are taut and could snap at any given time. Join in on their journey as they navigate through the twisted mafia underworld, where the fabric of deception has never allowed them to feel the cool breeze of reality.

'Currently dying, trying to live while waiting to be turned into ashes with promises of no reincarnation' is my motto right now.

And all I ask for is good grades!! :(

When he has great sense of fashion and could walk a ramp walk but his friend is the bitchiest person to walk this earth, where does he stand?

The feminine urge to romanticize everything in your life when it's just a sad and pathetic shit show of exams and assignments >>>>>>

When Cardan wrote - "Come home and shout at me. Come home and fight with me. Come home and break my heart, if you must. Just come home." >>>

I mean my high standards just reached another galaxy.

Reality is the cruel truth, she said

So what are dreams, a beautiful lie perhaps?

Maybe, she curtly replied

What about nightmares, then? he asked

A hologram of the truth you can't escape, she confidently answered.

Anahita

Nothing ever happens like you imagine it will.

John Green, Papertowns

If people were rain, I was drizzle and she was a hurricane.

John Green, Looking for Alaska

You think you are the painter, but you are the canvas.

John Green, Turtles All the Way Down

The thing about a spiral is, if you follow it inward it never actually ends. It just keeps on tightening infinitely.

John Green, Turtles All the Way Down

I go to seek a great perhaps.

John Green, Papertowns

I'm in love with cities I've never been to & people I've never met.

John Green, Papertowns

The marks humans leave are too often scars.

John Green, The Fault in Our Stars

Okay? Okay.

John Green, The Fault in Our Stars

The town was paper, but the memories were not.

John Green, Papertowns