The Boy I LovedThe boy I loved was not always the boy I loved: there was once a time he was someone else, and there was once a time when he was nothing at all, and there is yet to be a time when he will be nothing again. But he was the boy I loved when I met him and was yet still to love him.The Boy I Loved16 hours ago in Emotional More Like This
i'm so tired of disappointment
The boy I loved had really sharp collarbones. "I swear," i would think as i lay my head on his chest, "they could cut me right open and i wouldn't mind."
there's no next time, this was the last chance i gave myself
He still may not be the last boy I'll love like this, but the boy I loved wanted forever with me, and i wanted forever with him. I exchanged a lot of promises with the boy I loved. So many that I often thought our pinkie fingers curled into each other instinctively whenever we said we loved each other. The boy I loved was a constant, but it was also the most tumultuous journey my hesitating feet have ever been on.
it isn't good enough
The boy I
Never Fading Memories Grandpa says he will be relieved for her when she passes, because she'll be with Jesus while all she does here is suffer. But the plants she placed throughout the house over the years are still there and healthy, because he still loves her. Everyone says she loved gardening, digging her weathered hands in the black dirt, stains on her knees, planting and growing and preserving green life, changing through seasons but always staying strong under her care. She always enjoyed being outside, as long as she was on her feet and dealing with her garden. In the house, plants grow in corners on the floor, hanging from the ceiling, flourishing in every room, a green light against white walls and wood décor.Never Fading Memories14 hours ago in Emotional More Like This
I’m little - a few weeks old - soft skin and warm blankets enwrapping my body, yellow lights and cooing voices caressing my mind like a soft breeze. I hear my Mother’s voice, gentle and surprised, but h
DerekNumb, I don't feel anything. They hate me, he hates me, I don't even care. I can't think, I don't feel. Why? Why am I here? Nothing good is coming out of my existence. I think I'll just leave, I guess I'll see you guys in the afterlife.Derek13 hours ago in Emotional More Like This
A Message To Dime 1Dime... This is for you...A Message To Dime 122 hours ago in Emotional More Like This
Help me, please. I don't know how I'm gonna live without you, and I don't really care how cheesy that sounds. It's true, you guys are my life. You're the only things I look forward to, the rest is just waiting. Without you... I don't know. You're the only thing keeping me alive, I don't have any other reasons to live. I know I shouldn't be asking you of all people, but you're the only one I trust now. Everyone else would just think I'm overreacting or stab me in the back. I can't do this, it's killing me. I don't know what to do, I'm lost, I need help. I don't want to inconvenience you, so please don't help if you're busy or something. I know you have more important matters to tend to, I'll be fine. Once I find the best way to kill myself everything will be better. I was thinking about overdosing, but I've heard that it's quite painful. I would never be brave enough to stab myself in any way, can't hang myself, don't even know how to tie a noose. It would be
King Bradley is Japanese : PLots of people compare Bradley to Hitler in appearance--what the hell--no way, he looks more like Zouroku Kuonji, Gounishi, Heizou Tachibana, Genma Kuroki, Takeaki Enomoto, than frigging Hitler. And those are just random anime characters with mustaches.King Bradley is Japanese : P1 hour ago in Emotional More Like This
Though seriously, he more closely resembles Nobuaki Tanba, (demeanor, (initially) raw fighting rage) Ginjuro (hairstyle and mustache) and Tsune, (eyes and jawline) and Toranaga. (demeanor, mustache, and intimidation factor)
The Fuhrer thing, while it works for the English version, was originally Daisoto.
Bradley is tan. As is most of Amestris (2003 version). Even in 2009 version he's a little bit darker in comparison to other Amestrians.
And don't get me started on both Bradleys' flawless 'staches. Not that a flawless stache means Japanese, but black hair + tan in an anime reads to me as Japanese, regardless of eye color. I know that plenty of real-life people are white but are tan or dark in complexion. But characters with this combina
What is Love? Love is a weird thing. No one really tells you what it's suppose to feel like. They just say "you'll know when you feel it." Well how am I suppose to know what to feel for if I don't know what it feels like. It's really easier to say that "love is..." but no one seems to say: "love feels like..." Maybe it's because love is different for everyone but could someone at least say what it felt like.What is Love?2 hours ago in Emotional More Like This
I will. I'm in love with this girl who's amazing for putting up with what I put her through. She really doesn't deserve it. But the feeling I felt the first time I saw her was like a shot from my head down to my stomach and landed there like a lead ball and it stayed there until I went up to her and asked her out. When she said yes I just felt euphoric. I was grinning from ear to ear and wanted to tell everyone what just happened. I wanted to stand on top of one of the buildings at school and shout: "SHE SAID YES!". But is that love?
That might not have
Just SorryI'm sorry I hurt you.Just Sorry4 hours ago in Emotional More Like This
I'm sorry it's all my fault.
I'm sorry you hate me.
I'm sorry I can't help.
I'm sorry you don't want to see me anymore.
I'm sorry you blame me.
I'm sorry for leaving.
I'm sorry for wanting to do something for myself.
I'm sorry I'm sad.
I'm sorry I'm distant.
I'm sorry I'm angry.
I'm sorry I'm in the way.
I'm sorry I'm here.
I'm sorry I can't...
I'm just sorry.
My tortured Soul.My tortured soul.My tortured Soul.11 hours ago in Emotional More Like This
All my life, told what to do, where to go and how to do it, met only with so called constructive criticism, rude comment and tyrannical opinions.
Treated and used like a marionette puppet in a sadistic self serving play called life, only to find the as certain understings may not change, the world keeps on changing day to day.
Most of what was told me is either antiquated, or a half truth, the way it should be isn't how it really is, today's right is tomorrows wrong, making day to day life confusing, and aggravating, leaving you to feel as though someone else is pulling your strings, tugging this easy and jerking that way, day after day, constantly dictating to you every move, every word, every thought, brainwashing you pointing you in every direction at once.
Therefore there's no such thing as free will, so he torture ends now! My life is totally in God's hands, you might get your way with me, but it will never be the way you want it! Never with a smile a
Cheating RosesThere's nothing more beautiful then a true relationship. Two lovers enjoying each others affection. Everything seems happier, as though flowers are always blooming. The beautiful roses grow and grow just like their love. Don't forget about the thorns though.Cheating Roses9 hours ago in Emotional More Like This
Whenever they hold hands a spark of excitement travels between them.
Everytime they smile at each other their hearts melt.
Whenever they hug it feels like a thousand fire flies are lighting up the sky.
Everytime they kiss they swear they're flying in the center of the galaxy. The feeling of being out of this world, having time slowly move, the stars and planets and nebulas a perfect painting of their emotions, splattered light on darkness. They felt alive
But they didn't look out for the thorns in full bloom.
He told her there was no one else, he could change, he only loved her. And she believed him. She believed him because she loved him.
Then she found out...
She was furious, saddened, betrayed. The emotions hit her like a