A Little PersonalYou know, I sit here at my computer each night. I don't really have a life. I don't go out and party, never really did. From time to time it gets pretty lonely. Other times, I guess it's ok. I sat here like normal. Smoked my hookah, also pretty normal. I put on some music and looked at online comics. Lunar Baboon was the choice this time. It's almost all about a man and his son. They go and have fun, make the most out of simple things, and even make adventures out of practically nothing. It's a real feel good kind of comic for the most part.A Little Personal18 hours ago in Emotional More Like This
I found myself with a smile, thinking 'that is kinda cool'. I don't smoke cigarettes so I get a little high off of the tobacco. The flavor was done and I pushed the coal off so it wouldn't burn it up. I'm oddly left with a nice feeling. The kind of 'feel good' feeling that doesn't come from excitement. Someone was happy and that was enough for me. I live with a general sense of depression nearly all the time, so it was a nice change. I suppose, if
Great TeacherWhen you think of a teacher at school, how do you remember them?Great Teacher25 minutes ago in Emotional More Like This
Do you remember the way they spoke? What about the way they dressed, the way they walked. Maybe they had a particularly annoying or charming habit.
I know mine did.
Teachers are a special breed in a way. We are programmed to believe that teachers know everything there is to know. Whatever subject they teach, they are considered to be gods, higher beings who are to be respected for their knowledge and feared for the power it gives them.
Which teachers do you remember?
Do you remember the rubbish ones who never really helped and expected you to know what to do? The ones who thought you had no real reason to be here, that you were a failure and nothing they could do would make any difference? Like the company bosses,
Or do you remember the good teachers? The ones cracked jokes in class, who actually cared for their students. Maybe there was that one teacher who believed in you, who told you that you could do anything if you
Be amazed, then go awayat times I feelBe amazed, then go away13 hours ago in Emotional More Like This
it is hardly degradation of self
it is simply
marks on my brain
marks on my heart
marks on a sheet of paper telling me where I'll go and what will become of me
induce in you a horror
a terrible stench to the soul
It is I:
I am me
that is hardly degradation.
Catharsis: Chapter TwoAnnabelle and I became inseparable. It seems like a lifetime ago. I could go on and on about how sweet and friendly and cheerful she was until you thought your teeth might rot, but that’s boring and long and you probably don’t want to hear it. So here you go: Annabelle changed. I don’t know how and I don’t know why, or maybe she’d always had a dark side. I think everyone has a dark side, don’t they? Usually it’s harmless. But this…Catharsis: Chapter Two20 hours ago in Emotional More Like This
I’m trying to remember what the first signs were.
She began to dress like me.
Black clothes, black boots, black shit around her eyes. I thought she looked cool. I thought I was influencing her, and the fact that she would think my style good enough to copy seemed like a compliment. But she started acting strangely. The songs that she would sing became darker, with melodies almost sinister in her haunting voice. She smiled less. And when she did smile, it seemed as though she would catch herself
GRIT Piece #2: The IntrovertThe introvert - a painting/drawing, of a woman encased in an ocean blue abyss sphere, reading a book by herself. Not far off is a ladder, in which she could leave her own world, and experience reality for what it really is. However, this individual chooses to stay, refraining from partaking in the world for what it is. An extrovert and an introvert see the world through entirely different lenses; an extrovert is outward, the world may appear as a rush, frantic, forward. What is a tree to them? Perhaps it is what it is. The extrovert’s world may be vibrant, active, constantly moving, sounds around, life is alive. The introvert drowns it out; all is cold, unseen, a fish afraid, moving through black murky waters. Lifeless, the world appears in front of them. Their imagination is all that lives, vivid and strong, washing away a dreary day. Alternatively, they may drench their dreary eyes and drown out their experiences. Dull and dead, frigid, still, until their mind moves it all likeGRIT Piece #2: The Introvert23 hours ago in Emotional More Like This
Cazadora de estrellas CAPITULO 5 MI MUNDOCazadora de estrellas CAPITULO 52 hours ago in Emotional More Like This
"El mundo...es un lugar frío.
El mundo...es un lugar triste.
El mundo...es un lugar perfecto.
Los humanos,criaturas formidables.Capaces de,no solo de destruirse entre ellos,sino de destruir el mundo en el que viven.
¿Conoces a alguna otra criatura con esas cualidades?¿No?Lo suponía...
No lo entiendo.
No sé que no entiendo.
Pero es así.A veces tengo esa sensación.
Odio las mentiras.
Estoy sola...me siento tan sola...
Que alguien venga a salvarme.
De esta pesadilla en la que yo misma me he empeñado en entrar.
Dios es cruel...somos sus mar
My Sweet EscapeMy Sweet EscapeMy Sweet Escape11 hours ago in Emotional More Like This
The window is opened, letting in a forgotten breeze. It dances upon my skin, and signs of birds and distant child's play. The smell crawls through my nostril, barbecue and fresh cut grass. A sky as blue as the sea, and trees peaking of green. Mesmerized am I of the beautiful canvas, that only I can see. No one else understands my passionate connection with the earth, not even myself. I look up to the heavens and feel a smile dress my face. For a moment, time and pain no longer exist. Minutes pass, I'm lost in this trance. When suddenly a fuzzy little creature comes stalking from the kitchen. With lightning speed he jumps onto the couch and in front of the window. With a soft meow and tail flicker he feels me scratch his chin. Reality comes back, I let out a deep sigh, and shoot a glance to the sky. Until next time my sweet escape
The Old GhostIt must be the third time I’ve seen that man walk down this street. There’s something about this midnight void that attracts lost souls. Maybe it’s the anonymity of darkness that they crave, or maybe they're tired of the day dweller’s accusatory, hateful, eyes crawling on their skin. I bet if I could read his mind it would say, "Nobody wants you old man, not even you..." There he goes... he stops for a while by that trashcan and peers down at his worn-out shoes... His figure holds so still that it nearly becomes lost in the surrounding void. He's moving again... His head floats aimlessly as he walks the empty sidewalk. It's just him and I but he won't acknowledge me, he moves past me like a ghost but I am not afraid. The orange glow of that street lamp hit his face for a second. The amber shine revealed an empty expression on his haggard face. Nothing... I can't believe how empty it is... nothing... there is no emotion to give, there are no emotions any more. HiThe Old Ghost18 hours ago in Emotional More Like This
Untitledi watched the older one toss the ball to the younger one, and I watched the one I'd loved leave with anotherUntitled3 hours ago in Emotional More Like This
i smiled, but the jealousy tore through my heart like a hollow-point bullet
I want to be Free.I want to be free, travel, see the world, be the world.I want to be Free.7 hours ago in Emotional More Like This
I want to be peaceful, calm, and happy.
I want to feel the air, and hear the oceans.
I want to understand people and see how they live, see their cultures, and breathe them.
I want to read and write and draw all of this.
I want to record my experiences and be the storyteller I know I can be.
I want to make my footprint in the world, however small and however insignificant.
Because however insignificant it is to them, it is beautiful and perfect to me.
I want to live.
This all appears selfish to anyone who reads it because it's asking too much, and all it says is "I want". To those people who call this selfish, they don't understand, and won't understand because they don't know the sense of freedom I want to feel. The sense of freedom that means I can live and breathe air that no longest tastes bitter.
The type of freedom where I no longer regret each breath I take because I feel like I am offending someone.
CrimenEn el páramo nocturno y solitario,Crimen23 hours ago in Emotional More Like This
o Quizá en medio de un lago y neblina,
o tal vez en una ciudad abandonaba que ella conocía.
Pienso que ella duerme,
mientras solloza hasta el alba;
Pienso que está calma,
pero solo calla su rabia,
Pienso que la soledad repara y cura,
pero en el silencio no hay bravura.
Dama Nocturna, Dime cual es la solución:
quizá el espejismo de la justicia, quizá la familia y su ayuda.
Dama lluvia, Dime cual es la solución:
quizá llorar hasta la sequía, quizá limpiar las heridas y sus recuerdos.
Dama Silencio, Dime cual es la solución:
quizá negar el crimen y su propio cuerpo, quizá desear la muerte...
...Y esperar en pesadillas el desenlace.
Autism I don't know how to explain it.Autism5 hours ago in Emotional More Like This
If I tried, chances are you wouldn't understand anyway.
That's always been my experience, at least. Conflicting perceptions.
I'm different than most people. Why should they even care? They have no idea I am the way I am until I tell them, and it usually comes as a big shock. "You're Autistic? I had no idea!" Of course you didn't. That's because I practically kill myself trying to be the same as you. I'm still an oddball, but I'm as normal as I can appear to others. Even when I can't keep the act up, they can't even tell the difference, because People with Autism, while different, are the same as everyone else. We like different things, maybe. We can't stand certain things, sure. But isn't everyone like that?
To me, the word "retard" is an insult. Not just for me, but to anyone who gets called a retard, I take offense. I don't hate many things in this world, but that word is one of them. Another is the ignorance o
Dear Isid...Dearest Isid,Dear Isid...6 hours ago in Emotional More Like This
If I had bravery even the amount of a seed, I would explain everything to you in person. But my lack of faith in my skills of speech causes me to be more indirect. So thus I tell you by means of ink and parchment: I'm so shy to say my interest in you, fearing you may not consider the same of me. But as I'm able to write anonymously, I tell you these things that you may at least know my side of the story.
Thinking of you hasn't been hard as of late. I don't go long without remembering a time you've made me smile our caused me to laugh. Something about you is simply comforting.
The times when I've needed a friend, or sought help in a situation I could not understand, I looked to you, since you always seemed to know what to say and how to look at my problems differently. If I could thank you more in ways not so redundant, I would.
Dear Isid, if you see me the same, I would only wish that you could return my affection, while slight, with the same. Though you are perhaps one o
Alice in Horrorland-Episode 2It was Monday again.Alice in Horrorland-Episode 26 hours ago in Emotional More Like This
Alice was runnig to her locker, she was late for her Chemistry test but still had to take her stuff. She looked at her watch and sid to herself:"Hurry up, Alice". She locked her closet and left but she forgit to zip her pocket.
Later that day she wanted to take her stuff but couldn't find het keys, when she saw heu pocket unzipped she felt that the sky had fell to her head. She disperately asked everyone, checked all the places she'd been on that day but with no result. She finally foud the Administratory. This man just started yelling at her and told her that it wasn't his problem.
She couldn't understand why everyone was so mean. She took her stuff and left after she returned the keys to the Administratory.
She felt her life was going from bad to worse she couldn't keep it nice she always had to break something or forget something or act stupid and than destroy everything.
When she had no more hope her colegue called her: she was holding something small, somethin
Monologue (As darkness descends)He lounged in bed, all the lights switched off, with an old movie muted and forgotten on screen.Monologue (As darkness descends)6 hours ago in Emotional More Like This
“The darkness, it’s evil. It’s your ignorance and depravity, everything wicked!”
“Yes surely that’s part of it. But in the dark we find rest and healing. Life runs at a headlong speed in the dark. Stars are born there! Dark fastens the universe together.”
“But it is also the underworld, a place where nasty things slither and dribble and go to rot!”
“Well you’re as slithery as they come aren’t you?”
“I see. To you I’m just a worm.”
“I’m just saying that the dark does lead us home.”
“You mean to my grave? Is that all you want me to do, die?”
“It’s you that wants that.”
“Don’t just assume I have a death wish just cause of the way I conduct my life! There is still love left for this life.”
“Liar! You hate it so much! Everyt
W.O.G GSS Bio: Steven Universe And Amethyst Gem1. Steven Universe ThemeW.O.G GSS Bio: Steven Universe And Amethyst Gem22 hours ago in Emotional More Like This
My Name Is (Yawns) Amethyst Gem
My Name's Steven Universe
Steven! This Is My Bio
Sorry, But Michael Thought We Should Do One Together
She Brought Her Hand On Her Face
Excuse My Boyfriend
My Age Is Unknown I Don't Know How Old I Was At The Kindergarten
Am A Human Half Crystal Gem From Beach City
Me and Steven Are 5.3 While Pearl And Gadnet Are 6.8 And 7.0
I Can't Lied Am Lazy I Would Sleep All Day If I Wanted To My Temple Room Is A Trash Heap Piles Everywhere
I Like Hanging Out With Her And The Gems
My Job As A Crystal Gem Is To Save The Earth From The Home World Just Like Steven
I Have Shape Shifting Powers And Super Strength
I Have Bubble, A Shield That Comes Out Of My Gem
My Weapon Is The Amethyst Whip That Comes Out Of My Chest, I Can Summon Two
My Is My Mother Sword, Rose's Sword
I Like Sleeping, Messing With Hannah, Goofing Off
I Like Hanging Out With My Dad And The Gems, And Lion
I Have White Purplish Long Bushy Hair That Covers One Eye
Catharsis: Chapter ThreeHow do you describe something that slowly sucks out your soul, slowly steals everything from you, until you can’t live anymore? How do you capture in words that feeling of wasting away, of having something eat away at your life bit by bit? I don’t know if that did a good enough job describing it, but in case it didn’t, I have one more word for that feeling: Annabelle.Catharsis: Chapter Three20 hours ago in Emotional More Like This
The only thing worse than a terrible person is a terrible person that you love. Especially when they used to be a wonderful person, and you can’t shake the feeling that their old self is in there somewhere, and you can’t give up on them just yet. For the next three years, I didn’t give up on Annabelle. I gave her everything she needed, and it was a vicious cycle. The more I gave her, the more she wanted, and the more extreme the lengths she would go to in order to get it.
I gave her all the support anyone could want in the world, sympathy for her fabricated problems, belief for her lies
Catharsis: Chapter OneSo here you are, reading the pages of my life, which I’ve put on paper in hopes that I may be able to sort through them, categorize them, make sense of them. Unfortunately, making sense of life isn’t an easy thing to do. I still haven’t made up my mind on how I’m going to write this. Where do we begin when we read the books of our lives?Catharsis: Chapter One20 hours ago in Emotional More Like This
“At the beginning” would be the obvious answer. The beginning, though, is boring, and you don’t want to read it, and I don’t want to write it. So we might as well open up the book and start right in the middle.
I met Annabelle when I was eleven and she was ten. It was a forgettable meeting, and we didn’t become friends until much later. My parents were forcing me to take karate lessons, and Annabelle and I happened to have one class together. That was it. One forty-five-minute session, during which we were paired up as the two tallest kids in the class. I can’t recall what we did or how it wen
Catharsis: Chapter FourSo I became Annabelle’s slave. Once I confided in her, I needed her. My life was a bleak, bone-dry desert, and she was toxic rain. I needed her so much that I didn’t care if she treated me like a plaything. Reading this, you probably think I’m talking about sex. I’m not. There were sexual aspects of our relationship, certainly, but I honestly barely remember them.Catharsis: Chapter Four19 hours ago in Emotional More Like This
I was glad to be her plaything. Like a puppet, I had strings, and she knew just how to pull them. Since we’re using clichéd metaphors already, she was a spider, and I fell right into her web.
At this time in my life, I was confused about everything. You probably know the feeling. All my insecurities, doubts, and secrets were cracks, through which Annabelle effortlessly slipped. Okay, Jenna. Enough with the tired metaphors. Annabelle dyed her hair black two years or so prior, so at this point she didn’t even look like my angel. But I kept hoping. No, that’s a lie. At this point, I
Catharsis: Chapter FiveAt last, somehow, it ended. If this were a good story, if it were fiction, I would have ended it. If this were fiction, I would have realized that she was destroying me and I would have stood up for myself. I would have cut her out of my life the way one amputates a diseased limb. But this is not fiction, and I’m not quite so proud of the way it ended.Catharsis: Chapter Five19 hours ago in Emotional More Like This
She ended it. She didn’t want me anymore, and so she hurt me one last time, by telling me with tearless eyes that I was putting stress on her. I imagine that I was. Addicts live very stressful lives. Either way, she ended it like that, and we never spoke again. But I saw her in the halls. I saw her talking to our mutual friends who had no idea who she was behind closed doors. And every time I saw her, I felt a tightness in my chest akin to fear, but twice as painful.
If this were fiction, there would be some closure here, some nice way to tie up the story, but the thing is, the story never did get neatly tied up. But that
GRIT Piece: TimeTime: Impartial, unwavering, business-like, caring only for it’s streams and dimensions. To push onward and continue existence. Time is fear: it is not a friend, often an enemy, antagonized by oceans of humans who wish to control it. However it has no emotion or conscious, it simply slaves away ensuring it’s own existence and impact. Though it affects the lives of every living thing, it doesn’t live; rather time lies scattered across the universe. Eggs that have hatched, now influencing and ruling (well, in the perspective of people) over whatever domain it was born into. Earth, (in our case) lives like a giant, it oversees the construction and the destruction of every organism ever, simply because it lives.GRIT Piece: Time1 day ago in Emotional More Like This
I remember describing time or the brain as a clockwork, each set at different points. Happiness, misery, all that, behaves like a clockwork. Much like our minds, time does not exist the same way on earth as it does in space. It is all relative to a place.