There's a word printed across my forehead in Bold Black Ink...

Everything in your life can, theoretically, be traced back to one decision- usually a very bad decision. In Thalia's case it was a fairly simple choice she had made. Thinking back on it, she probably would have lived a long, boring life as a hack author if she had just called in sick that day. [Mentions of: Drug Abuse, Sexual Situations, Alcohol, Bad Language]

Brian Fellar was a womanizer and never went out with the same girl twice. That was until he met me, I guess. What started out as a simple one night stand after a few too many drinks turned into a string of one night stands and that would be how I ended up laying naked in his bed for the twentieth time and DEAR GOD IS THAT A DIAMOND RING? (M for language, sexual content/themes)

"That one is Orion, see the-" "I know the constellations," I smiled, and curled up closer to him. He smelled like spice and everything oh-so-nice. "Teach me something I don't know." And that's how I found myself laying on a blanket making out with my teacher. RATED M for future content and language WARNING: student/teacher relationship

Black holes are the product of stars collapsing in on themselves. The product has an infinite mass, drawing all that surrounds the black hole into it. It is faster than light. What is inside a black hole? A secret world where I, along with many of the others to experience a similar fate as I, reside. Romance is not of my concerns when the people of Earth join us. Yet it finds a way

Just a random thing I thought of.

I wrote this song because one of my old friends and I were fighting and we tried to recover...So I asked her where we stood and she asked me 'Can we stand on the clouds? Because its soft and high where nobody can reach us..'

The Apocalypse. You read about it, hear about it, teenagers are experts on it. I merely want to survive through it.

'One day, people will ask me why I chose to do the things I did, to take the lives I took, and I will merely smile and tell them about how much more peaceful it was when their blood was flowing across the ground.' *M for violence*

She lives in her shell. Trying not to be noticed. At school: she is a social outcast and gets bullied. At home: she lives a life of pain that no one knows about. She meets a guy who doesn't know. A girl who may know too much. Will the broken girl be fixed? Or will she crumble to pieces in front of their very eyes? *M for violence*

The heart is just a vital organ. It cannot break. It can only be healed through dangerous surgery. I tell myself all of those things every day. Yet I still feel the pulling, the shattering, the stuttering, of the vital organ every day. I guess I have you to blame for that.

I tackled him to the ground, my guitar went off to the side, and his body knocked the door back shut. Both of my legs straddled his waist as we landed. He groaned. Better be in pain...