The Ungrateful Soulsso ungrateful are we the sons of man,The Ungrateful Souls8 hours ago in Urban & Spoken Word More Like This
i see it now looking through the caps,
bottle caps like contact lenses to dull my senses,
and display a new worldly perspective before my eyes,
past the broken glass and scars of lethal habits,
past the darker specters that loom ever on the horizon,
ungrateful are we to those who cast their lives out before us,
who sacrifice blood and tears for us,
how ungrateful are we to them who would die for us,
to those who would feel for us,
and put themselves before lash and stone,
look upon the world and see the grace of man,
cast down upon the blackened stones around us,
in this newspaper world of gray tones and scarlet hues,
are we not the most ungrateful of beasts?
Russia x Reader ~Sweet Winter~~Sweet Winter~Russia x Reader ~Sweet Winter~7 hours ago in Romance More Like This
A biting chill ran through the outer layers of your coat, jacket, and sweater underneath like a nipping spear piercing through your wintery armor. A sharp drop in the temperature followed, sending shivers down your backside and running through the lengths of your limbs until your arms shook. And here you thought it was only important to keep your head warm—even that wasn’t going so well.
Despite looking prepared, your body hadn’t adjusted to the harsh temperatures of the Russian winters—yet. You had told yourself that you would get used to the weather in time, but you had yet to make any progress. How Ivan was able to do it, you couldn’t bring yourself to understand.
The early nips of winter had already arrived like a creeping shroud over the little town where you had settled in. Being no more than a visitor, the only thing you had grown accustomed to getting sick more often than you would have liked, and it just so happened that you