Nada importa. No sientas. No desperdicies tiempo ni energía. A nadie no le importás. Tenés que hacer las cosas que tenés que hacer. A nadie le importás. Por más que saludes a nadie le importa. No tenés amigos. Nada importa. No sos importante. Tu talento es una mierda. No tenés talento. Estás solo porque a nadie le importás. Hay que huir. Nada tiene sentido porque no sos. A nadie le importás. Deja de perder el tiempo. Tu vida es un desperdicio. Perdedor. Nada importa. Nadie importa. Vida de mierda. Nadie es tu amigo. No merecés vivir.Nada importa. 3 hours ago in Emotional More Like This
Dream log: Entry 1Here we go, I'll be doing these Dream Log things from inspiration from my friend scientistB,(by the way you should totally go check him out. Anyway, my dreams aren't normal I can control them. I know right? crazy, but it's true. Anyway on to the show.Dream log: Entry 18 hours ago in Emotional More Like This
The world is in a war... a Nerf war. Foam bullets are flying everywhere, But be careful though, they still kill. I'm with my old friend Liam. There's a scientist named Bob(coinsidence huh?, scientistB, No? ok...) trapped in a lab. We go in. There's a lot of people shooting us with bullets. We continuosly duck for cover and save the scientist. We run out of the lab avoiding traps and bullets. Before we reach the exit there's a GIANT explosion. We fly across the lab and black out. Suddenly when we wake up Were on an island, a paradise to be exact. People are staring at us, we have guns. There's no more war. Apparently this is Barbie's Paradise theme park for little kids. I feel stupid.
I think the meaning is that I like epic adventures or s
ClosureClosure...Closure14 hours ago in Emotional More Like This
I know I can't be the only one of us that feels things have changed between us. To me it feels as if our conversations and texts are getting more and more..."strained" (for lack of a better word). To me it feels as if once you have moved our conversations will be even less frequent, but believe me when I say I hope beyond all hope this is proved wrong.
I know we will never sit down and talk before you leave, let alone me being able to treat you to dinner. I understand all the "we'll see"s and "maybe"s were your way of saying no without being rude. I'm just sorry it took me so long to realize this. I'm sure my repeated mentioning of talking to you was probably annoying. I now realize that some questions are destined to go unanswered.
So, I am writing this just to tell you a few things I have been unable to tell you in person. Firstly, you know I have deep feelings for you. I do not mean it lightly when I say I love you. I truly mean it. I'm not asking you to reciprocate or to
SentimentCurious little thing- I wish to keep.Sentiment16 hours ago in Emotional More Like This
In between the valley of my ivory cages-
Nestled in red.
Of Whores And HumansThere was one a monster.Of Whores And Humans22 hours ago in Emotional More Like This
This monster was a semi-happy girl.
Then along a *human did appear.
Turned her life around.
The monster was elated.
Then the *human ripped her heart into a billion pieces.
The monster is struggling.
The monster wants to drink.
The monster wants to end her life.
The monster thinks she will never be happy again.
The monster needs help.
The *human does not care.
Titles are too shallowWe live in the past now,Titles are too shallow1 day ago in Emotional More Like This
away from bad possibilities.
Everything we need
slips into the past.
All of the internet hugs
and serenades to friends,
the conflicts over drugs,
all bend to time.
El olvidoAquella que llegó a mí.El olvido21 hours ago in Emotional More Like This
Esa tarde cuando la luz me había abandonado... ahí estabas.
Un sutil brillo, que poco a poco cuando la noche empezaba levantarse tomó fuerza. Fuiste la luz más increíble, brillante y cálida aun con la distancia.
Podía notarte, veía tu pasado mas no sabía que ocurría en tu presente. Iluminaste mi noche, le diste sentido.
Poco a poco el tiempo fue pasando y esa estrella fue abarcando más y más espacio en mi pero al mismo tiempo... la noche avanzaba. Había más y más estrellas a mi lado, algunas más brillantes que otras pero ninguna igualaba tu brillo. Ahora... ¿a dónde iremos?
No lo se
A veces algunas nubes tapaban la vista y hacían que te perdiera...
No podía verte.
Simplemente quería detenerme y llorar ¿Dónde estaba?
Sin darme cuenta... cuando las nubes estaban ahí tu seguías ava
Day 2 promt is Nine things about yourself.1. SmileDay 2 promt is Nine things about yourself.3 hours ago in Emotional More Like This
My face lives behind a great smile
I am smiling all the time, I like to do it
When I make a selfie or someone takes me a picture I don´t paint it in my lips
It is always there
My smile is my business card.
When I am sad, my smile is so, it never will disappear
It is a strange concept for a Spanish girl
I have never been punctual
Punctual for me is to arrive at 9:05 a.m. when we have an appointment at 9 o´clock
You know, Spain is different, as the slogan of the sixties says
Now I am living in Germany, when punctuality is a healthy habit
I am afraid that I must to change my way of planning every day
A good start is to buy a watch, perhaps
3. Happy to serve you
I love to be useful
When someone needs help I am the first person to be a volunteer
I really don´t wait anything of return, only to make you happy
This the most important thing to me
My body is a warehouse in whe
Fight and Make UpFight and Make Up21 hours ago in Emotional More Like This
Fighting is a given. In any relationship, it’s an inevitability. Love does not conquer all, does not completely eradicate the differences in beliefs, ideals, and thoughts that stand between us.
In this relationship, though, it’s imbalanced.
I am stubborn. I am steadfast in my beliefs and unmoving in my moralities.
You are stubborn. You are bullheaded and absolutely obstinate.
We clash. A lot. Over little things.
But there is so much power that you have over me. So you win. Always.
I am forced to lean on you because of my youth and inexperience. I must do what I can to support my part in this relationship. Even then I fall short. Sometimes I forget I am not fully supporting my half of this awkward limping tango and I overstep my bounds.
Anger drives us to hurl awful words and hurtful phrases at one another. Yours cut me deep. Every time. You know exactly how to hit where it hurts. I don’t even think you fully realize it. How perfectly crafted your words
honeycomb: golda cuprite open wound surrounded by the peeling danburite ring with dried fragments falling. compressing it with my quivering muscovite fingertips as it slowly begins dripping thin amber fluids. the soft & dewy olivine flannel delicately wipes around it; filling it with diaphanous gelatin like ointment, using a smooth yet rough cotton bud in a counter clockwise motion. i can feel the minuscule eruptions of the diminutive cavity, ivory lava flowing; ethereal suffering from the furuncle. a silent repugnance for the epidermis void.honeycomb: gold23 hours ago in Emotional More Like This
TerremotiLe scosse d'assestamento del tuo umore sempre presenti, anche all'una di notte quando i cani smettono di abbaiare e si spengono anche i lampioni sui giardini.Terremoti15 hours ago in Emotional More Like This
Ci arrenderemo alla brezza mattutina con il sole in faccia sulla tangenziale est.
Un giorno arriveranno gli arabi ad estrarre il petrolio dai nostri cuori inquinati dall'odio. Ci stringeremo tutti intorno ai funerali dei soldati. Ai funerali delle cose che non ho mai fatto e che non farò mai.
Tu ed io sotto lo stesso cielo a ferirsi, illuminati solo dal colore dei tuoi occhi.
Non metterò il cappotto per affrontare i tuoi inverni.
Non mi ero mai accorto di non essere pronto per le tue serate gelide, per i tuoi anni gotici. E allora ci siamo guardati male.
Noi che abbiamo fatto il giro del mondo in ottanta giorni da sotto le coperte a ridere e a farci male con i nostri sentimenti.
Il rumore della metropolitana dietro la finestra a ricordarci di andar via. A ricordarci il mondo fuori da questa stanza.
Siamo distanti m
GoodbyeI'm sorry, but I am leaving DA. It's not what it's cracked up to be. But I'm thankful for the kind words I received.Goodbye22 hours ago in Emotional More Like This
My Pain and HopeLost in a sea of sorrow.Walls of darkness seem to close in all around me.Who would have thought my life would lead me to here?Alone and so full of sorrow and heartache.I need a ray of hope to come and set me free.Oh where are you hope?Why are you so far from me?Why is there this deep abyss within my soul?So many times I question myself,my sanity.No way to know what is to happen next.I take each day and each thing that comes one day at a time but is this to last forever?Must my pain last forever?This pain in my soul overwhelms me.Seeking to devour my very soul.I fight this fight daily and try to remain in control by keeping my head above water.Despite sinking down to the depths,fighting for air way too often.I am all too often in the arms of despair.Hello there old friend of heartache.Back again I see.When will you leave me?We’ve been together so long,it’s time you moved on isn’t it?I no longer want you in my life.I want love,some sort of happiness,and a good or decentMy Pain and Hope2 hours ago in Emotional More Like This
Cause of the Black WishI was too eager to know what lies in the Afterlife. Tired of having little hope in mankind and myself, I was overcome with the Black Wish. To live no more would be favorable; yet, I was too afraid of the Seventh Ring. To cast away my flesh would only disappoint my Father—however, where was He when these thoughts persist? Were my sister not present, then there would be no poet writing this prose.Cause of the Black Wish2 hours ago in Emotional More Like This
Now, I know that the Afterlife does not occur upon one death—but many. If I were to give in to the Black Wish, I would return to the world in a degraded form. Though, I must wonder, does merely thinking about temptation place you in a lesser form? That, I do not know. On the other hand, were that to be true, then I would have to prepare to accept many weaker states of being—for the constant reminder of that Wicked Thought.
How hard it is to live when you cannot feel alive! Happiness is only a flicker of enjoyment. Joy is temporary, but sorrow is constant. The world is wicked a
EnfanceLa brume se levait à peine, et pourtant les cordes ne cessaient de tomber bruyamment, s'éclatant au sol comme des petites bombes inoffensives depuis l'aube. Assise près de chez elle, son regard était fixé sur la petite balançoire qui supportait le poids d'une petite fillette amusée par la pluie. Elle se balançait, sous cet arbre nu, laissant ses rires voler en éclat, fracassant le bruit assourdissant des gouttes fraiches de ce mois d'octobre. Elle se balançait de plus en plus fort, de plus en plus haut, et elle tendait chaque fois sa petite main fragile vers le ciel afin d'espérer toucher les nuages qui arrosait délicatement son visage angélique. Du haut de ses 5 ans, elle s'imaginait déjà voler, comme Peter Pan, son héros de toujours, celui en lequel elle croyait plus que tout. Parfois, elle s'inventait des feuilles Clochette qui l'aiderait à s'envoler, et son élan proviendrait de son petit pneu-Enfance8 hours ago in Emotional More Like This
Dream of the Innocent.I was a little girl alone in my little world who dreamed of a little home for me.Dream of the Innocent.2 hours ago in Emotional More Like This
I played pretend between the trees, and fed my houseguests bark and leaves, and laughed in my pretty bed of green.
I was a lot like other girls when they were little. Princesses, dolls, fairies, pink, dresses, dress up, imaginary friends, stuffed animals. All of that, But i also loved fishing, and camping. I was also good at being a brat, annoying, stuck up, and a jealousy magnet. I was in beauty pageants, when I was younger. I always won too, I don't know where that all went but hey (Jk) As I mentioned I was a brat, I actually caused one of my teachers to 'retire'. She'd only been a 1st grade teacher 10 years. She actually moved to a different school, but I was so bad of a kid she left the school. I also made stupid decisions that I still live by today. Like this for example, I would always brag about how I had such a unique name, Lilliana, so I'd go around as my little bratty self and say