I should have been a boy.LAWLYOUR BOY SIDE.[x] You love hoodies.[x] You love jeans.[x] Dogs are better than cats.[x] It's hilarious when people get hurt and fall.[x] You've played with/against boys on a team.[x] Shopping is torture.[x] Sad movies suck.[ ] You own an XBOX. [ ] You played with Hot Wheels as a little kid.[ ] At some point in life you wanted to be a firefighter.[x] You owned a DS, PS2, or Sega. [ ] You used to be obsessed with Power Rangers.[ ] You watch sports on TV. )[x] Gory movies are cool.[ ] You used to go to your dad for advice.[ ] You have at least 1 trophy of a sport.[ ] You used to play Yu-Gi-Oh.[x] Baggy sweat pants are nice to wear.[ ] It's kind of weird to have sleepovers with a bunch of people.[x] Green, black, red, blue, or silver are one of your favorite colors.[x] You love to go crazy and not care what other people think.[ ] Sports are fun.[x] You sometimes talk with food in your mouth.[ ] You sleep at night with your socks on.[x] You hav
Purely SuicideA knife to her throatA gun to his headA rope to their neckA building for their jumpThey want to end itThey think they mustThey think they don't deserve itThis life they're givenThey've been told;They're useless, they're nothingThey mean only distress,They deserve the worst.They do, they dieThey're free from the hateThey're free from the liesThey're free from the worldThey're free from the life.
Too late.Touching your face,Feeling the coldLetting your numb hand slipFalling down and grabbing the rope.That taunting piece of material.Trying. Trying hard to pull free from it.Knowing it's too late.No hope. No feeling. Nothing.As your limp body pulls harder, you know.As gravity tried to defy, you know.As your head starts spinning, you know.As your room gets blurry, you know.It's too late to back out. Too late to run free.Too late to try a different way, a quicker way.You know, that this way, is nearly over.It has a hold on you. One you can't pull from.One that's too strong. One that's telling you.It's over.You've left.You've lost.You've won.You're done.You're gone.Forever out of that world.
EmoA blade, my saviourSpilt blood, my releaseA corner, my homeDeath, my peace.
How life of thought love turns outIt's your entire faultI blame youYou changed meBut what did I do?I loved and believed.Cared and looked after.Yet you took me for granted,But still won me over with laughterYou wondered whyI would cry in the nightBut all you needed to doWas to look out of obvious sightYou'd yell and storm outI'd fall and break downYou'd come back and say "sorry"And I'd believe and reboundI'd ask myself whyWhy I'd still go backAfter the pain and the hurtLove of which there was lackWhy would you do that?I can't understand, why did you changeI don't blame you, but himThat friend of yours that I had always found strangeHe made you worseToo bad for me to handleThat last little thing you didThat's when my love went out like a candleI had no idea it could happenThat you'd change and I'd loseLose you and lose meYou by heart and me by nooseBut after it allBefore it was just too lateI faintly saw you run inAnd thereafter, changed my fateYou picked me upAnd cut me downSaved me
Nightmare or what?Luanna found herself lost in the bush as it was getting dark. She turned around to head back, but it was too dark to see anything, and she didn't have a torch. After stumbling in the dark for what seemed like hours, Luanna finally fell to her knees. Just as she hit the ground she heard something. A voice? It sounded like a woman's voice."Imprisoned beneath the world," it whispered."Huh?" Luanna asked, "Katya, Chex? Is that you?""Where the soulless dwell" the voice hissed seductively"This isn't funny guys! Quit it!" she exclaimed"Lies a place where the damned call home!" whispered the voice againBy now, Luanna was snapping her head from left to right, trying to see through the dark where the mysterious voice was coming from."A place where the virtuous hide in fear," sang the voice eerilyLuanna was, by this time, rocking on the ground in the fatal position, with her head in clawed hands and nails unknowingly drawing blood from her forehead, repeatedly crying in a whisper, "Stop,
UNTITLED Prussia X dying!blind!ReaderIt was about 1:30 when he got the call no hello no goodbye just your friend is _____ dying. Gilbert’s phone fell from his pale hands.“____...” he whispered to himself angry that he wasn’t there to protect her. ____ was blind, she counted on him! The one time he doesn’t come with her w=she was hit by a car?!He looked at her laying there in that bed slowly dying.“G-G-Gilbert?” she asked weakly.“How did you know?” he asked sitting on the chair by her bedside.She smiled “You’re the only person I’ve wanted to see…well hear…”“Oh.”“Hey Gilbert?” she asked sleepily.He tried to smile “Yes frau?”“Come closer…” he did as he was told as her soft fingertips traced his face. “ You always had the softest skin!”“Thanks frau.” He smiled as she pinched his cheek playfully.“Hey Gilbert?” she asked curling some (h/
Someone like you Austria x Reader x PrussiaI heard that you're settled downThat you found a boy and you're married nowI heard that your dreams came trueGuess he gave you things I didn't give to you… Roderich stared at ____ and Gilbert on the dance floor of their wedding. Tears fogging up his glasses as he walked out of the chapel and into his car, he’d never cried this hard in his 1000 years of existence. He sat in his front seat, hiccupping as he tried to erase the memory of losing ____ to Gilbert. He drove home, made tea, cried more and sighed to himself.He sat at his piano…he was simply too sad to play. He thought of something writing ____ a letter. He got a pen, paper and sat at his desk and wrote.Dear _____,I love you. I’m sorry it took me so long to realize it; I can’t believe I spent so long with Elizabeta, when it was you…you’re the one! This is going to sound really cheesy but I lived for 986 years before I met you but I never felt alive. I remember when we first
phinbella- distraccionaquella mañana desperté como todos los días, antes del ruido de mi despertador, con una gran sonrisa, pero aun así con ganas de quedarme 5 minutos mas en la cama, contemple el techo durante largo rato, calculo que fueron unos 20 minutos, pensando, no mas que pensando era.... no lose en realidad tengo una teoría cuando uno tiene la mente en blanco y no piensa en nada, si esta pensando, y si esta pensando no tiene la mente en blanco, por mas que lo intentes nunca lograras vaciar la mente de alguien ya que todo lo que ves incluso la oscuridad produce imágenes y voces en tu cabeza, pero bueno..... esa es mi teoría, en resumen no hacia nada solo miraba el techo,incluso podía ver las pequeñas partículas de polvo que cruzaban por sobre mi cabeza, luego de un largo rato mi despertador sonó,marcaban las 7 am, decidí levantarme para tomar un baño, es increíble lo mucho que se piensa cuando un se ducha , pero en f
True LoveI want to feel you in my armsYou make my heart go off like car alarmsI think about you night and dayWhat can i sayI love you deep inside my heartWhere feelings cant be torn apartI hope you feel the same for meI just hope you seeThe same as i doThe vision of loving youDon't ever leaveBecause,that would be the last time i breatheI want to stare into your sparkling eyesThat never tell any liesPlease be by my sideSo i don't have to hide
food for thought we won't eatyou should know: this isn't a restaurant; i am not on the menu; love can't be ordered. a hypocrite would say don't look at food you
Chapter 1 Love is complicated (Cilan x Reader)Fanfic Cilan x Reader-InsertFirst than everything this story is based about 90% on the Game Pokémon Black/White (I got the information from my game that is in Italian, I guess is almost the same, if something is wrong please let me know) You are like Touko/Hilda/White/However you call her. Please enjoy reading.WARNING: It got a bit of Cheren x Bianca ,If you don't like it , don't read .Keys(y/n) = Your Name(f/c) = Favorite Color'' Blah '' = Text' Blah' = ThougthsChapter 1''Hey, Bianca, Don't you wanna enjoy the last day of vacations somewhere???'' You asked to Bianca, the next day all of you begin school, you where catching Pokémons with her, Bianca is your best friend since you two where kids, she was almost like your younger sister.'' Sure, why don't we go to the beach?, We can invite Cheren, Chili, Cilan and Cress'' Bianca answered; Cheren, Chili, Cilan and Cress are your other best friends in all the world but not too much like Bian
haemoglobin-sewn capa de bregai wish i could summonnosebleeds on-demand.partly because flattery is unflattering,partly because your ego is a vampire,and partly because it would be easierto steal your attention like a matador:the red cape threaded from theblood running down my cheeks,it won't taunt a colorblind boar.i wish i was metrophobicin its cruelest definition.partly because i don't know what it means,partly because i act so terribly pretentious,and partly because i fucked your dictionarywhile you were sleeping with thesauruses:(i read each word in a fake spanish accent)i wish i was a bull(shit)fighter,but i can't control my epistaxis
I'll Kill her BelarusxRussiaxreaderA/N:I actually like Belarus. I just thought the song fit. Enjoy!_____________________________________________________________________________________________So, of course, you were supposed to call me tonight you were supposed to call me tonight...Ivan picked a sunflower from his flourishing garden and slipped the engagement ring on the stem before tying a (f/c) ribbon on it.He smiled and practiced his 'speech' to his scarecrow "____ ____, 2 years ago on Christmas eve we met. I've loved you ever since,nobody can make me feel like you do. You're my most beautiful,brightest sunflower! I Я буду любить тебя вечно и всегда!(1) So, I know what I'm asking is a lot, but become one with Motter Russia да(2)?" Natalya-who was hiding nearby-frowned upon hearing this so sad, she'd have to kill you now...you were so sweet to
explosion de celos-por que la invite...., no debí hacerlo , o si ? oh!! todo me da vueltas en la cabeza, creo que esto no es correcto pero, quizás es la mejor forma de olvidarme de ella,y si no puedo hacerlo?..... NO BASTA, DEBES HACERLO YA LA INVITASTE NO PUEDES RETRACTARTE, VAMOS THOMAS SE UN HOMBRE, TIENES 16 ,NO PUEDES SEGUIR LAMENTÁNDOTE, pero... y si ''ella'' piensa que la olvide?... oh!!! que are?el chico fletcher se lamentaba en su habitación, no quería salir con aquella chica por miedo a enamorarse de ella, en ese instante entra fred a la habitaciónfred- thomas?... esta bien?thomas- no lo se fred, todo me da vueltas en la cabezafred- amigo, es solo una cita, no es como si el mundo se acabara!!thomas- pero que tal si me comienza a gustar ella, que are, no quiero que eso pasefred- acaso no la invitaste para sacarte a marie de la cabeza?thomas- lose pero.... *suspiro*fred- thomas tu me preguntaste si estaba bien invitar a janet, para que te olvidaras de marie!
Roses are red, Your heart is black.Roses are red,Your heart is black.Yeah, I love youBut I'll never go back.♥xx