Tell Me MoreMaybe someday I’ll forget how he’d look at me, burying half his face in the pillow. His hair’d cover the bridge of his nose but his exposed green eye would be looking up at me. He’d just flop over and look at me like that, lying on his stomach. Laying next to me in bed. Sometimes I’d turn my back to him and lay on my side, way at the end of my double bed, which somehow still felt far away. Sometimes when I’d turn away, not long after I’d feel his hand snake around my hip and onto my stomach. He’d pull me close to him. I’d turn and kiss him. His lips are always so soft and he always kissed me so delicately, every time. He didn’t like to cuddle but he’d let me nestle against his right side and fall asleep anyway. He’d put a shitty movie on my Netflix and watch it while I comfortably fell asleep in his arm. I don’t know if he’ll miss that. I don’t even know what I mean to him.Tell Me More2 days ago in Stories & Vignettes More Like This
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toki sparrow advanture part5WEL COME TO THE NEWPART OF TOKI AND ADVENTER SPARROW PART 5toki sparrow advanture part57 hours ago in Stories & Vignettes More Like This
in last epi of oh MY GOD ?!!?!!?! what the faen how do i remover all image pictures from text story???? gmg help [icon:gah]
ok i found picturer off button. but now i need to remind of story so brb. okay now i rememorate story and lets continue
A RECAP so tok + sparv enter to poke world and battler and sparow lost and toker murder glacer and oaks hernia doesnt stop from being worsed.
ok so tok has all of level and learns ["BIRD PECK"] :iconbird: and now aventures on to Pedalleaf City. on way toki birds into more pokemons like PICKACHU and FLAMMENMUS and Haunty and sparow and WAIT A MIN!!!!!!!!!! [icon:gasp] sparow!?!!!?!?!!!?!! WOW tokito reunites w/sparver and they happy themselves. "YAY quoth the rouven never more (TL note i learned that in poems class ) and chin sparow did a jig dance. ten oaker came ourt from grass and say "HELP!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!! hernia escape and do a challeng plz win
AdulthoodMost people, when recalling an event that transitioned them from childhood to adulthood, they think of parties, celebrations, quinceaneras or bat mitzvahs. My own transition was far more complex and somber, and it required a child of 12 to make adult decisions. My story is laced with poverty, violence, drug abuse, and confusion. Not my own poor decisions, but the decisions of my mother.Adulthood13 hours ago in Stories & Vignettes More Like This
As most children do, I loved my mother very much. She was warm, kind, and smelled like roses, wool, and cigarette smoke, I wanted to be just like her when I got older. When I was 7, she divorced my stepfather and I barely saw her. When I did she was too drunk or tired to be a real parent, and as a child this disappointed and confused me.
Eventually, she did get back on her feet, with the help of a new boyfriend. They had a house together. It had been five years, but now I could stay at her house and spend time with her--while she was sober. For a while, it was great--we watched movies, did our eyeliner,
My Story: BronyfagMy Story: Bronyfag16 hours ago in Stories & Vignettes More Like This
Hello fellow deviants.
A lot of different things have happened in my life recently.
And it actually seems like things will get better for once..
I am not the person that talks a lot about their personal life, at least without deleting it right away.
But now I feel like i should tell what on earth has been going on and how it will all soon change.
So here we go.
I have been bullied for being a brony (or pegasister) for quite a while now. I actually thought i could trust my so called friends with a secret like this, but no.
Only days after i had told them my secret, the whole fucking school knew. And just so it is said, bronies are frowned upon in my school.
My friends stopped hanging with me, and my depression grew worse than ever.
I felt forsaken, but also angry, sad and confused.
About a week after the incident, someone actually spoke to me.
And this was another brony. A secret brony.
He invited me to join this gang consisting of other bronies, and since i have had good friends by my
Sample from my StoryAwhile after I turned 8 years old, and after 2 years of making imaginary friends out of just Pokemon and other cartoons, I finally decided to make an original imaginary friend. After watching the Incredibles movie, I began to pretend that I was a superhero, using my red blanket as my cape. I didn't know what superpowers that I could use, until I had an idea. Inspired by my cat Tigger, I wanted to be able to turn into a cat.Sample from my Story3 days ago in Stories & Vignettes More Like This
I announced to my other imaginary friends that I was going to make another friend, then I made the magic happen. I closed my eyes, then I heard my friends saying that there were “sparkling things” floating in the air, which meant that my imagination was working. After hearing a big boom of light, I opened my eyes and saw him: my first Creation – Kidcat!
He was to be my super secret identity … and yes it is a he. I thought that was also weird as kid, too … to change your sex when you transform into a superhero. But I didn't care, I wante
Bulgaria's abandoned children"Аз не искам да бъда тук по-дълго", the girl writes. "Моля да ме далеч от тук. Искам да се върна в Пазарджик скоро." Didi puts down the pen and sighs, carefully folding the paper and putting it into her little purple handbag. She had been writing to her mother in Pazardjik, whom she had been separated from ever since she'd been moved to the home for disabled children in Mogilino in November 2005. She was sent here because her mom didn't have the patience to cope with the girl's autism. Didi never got to send her letters, which always stayed safely tucked inBulgaria's abandoned children9 hours ago in Stories & Vignettes More Like This
Root VegetablesMy biological mother’s name is Anna and my father is Peter. They met in high school when she was sixteen. He was her first kiss, I think. I’m not sure if she was his. At the time of my conception, they had known each other for two years. I don’t know why he was home from college in the middle of a semester, but I imagine that my mother was the light in the dark depths of February, I imagine it had something to do with her her thick curls, her hazel eyes, her tender mouth shaped just like mine, here. I imagine it was her laugh that he loved the most.Root Vegetables2 days ago in Stories & Vignettes More Like This
My mother did not laugh when I came into this world and into her hands. She held me for seven long days with tears down her cheeks, her hands still and paralyzed with the weight of the decision before her. She loved me so much, I know. But at eighteen she wrestled with depression and anxiety that vined around her and settled stones into her belly where I had once grown. At eighteen, she held a child in child’s hands.