Raw Truth.Social anxiety is interesting.Raw Truth.1 day ago in Emotional More Like This
I'm slightly introverted
But without the romanticism.
My heart races at raised voices
And I'm easily startled.
Nothing would make me happier
Than living in my room,
Never needing to leave.
My soul will grow restless,
Twisting and turning in my chest,
Making my fingers itch
Until I pick up a pen.
But when me attention doesn't hold
I know the only thing that will help
Is to sit among people I love,
And I think I've begun to understand
At least that part.
You see I love being alone
But hate being lonely.
Some days I have no problem
With leaving the house,
But other days those wide skies
And small crowds
Are more than too much,
They are terrifying.
I can ask someone to go with me,
So that I can get food shopping,
Or travel to work.
Even that doesn't work.
And it's time to call in sick
When you have panic attacks
Two feet from your door.
And even when it's not so dramatic,
When it's a tighteni
UncomfortableIf you were anyone but bloodUncomfortable2 days ago in Emotional More Like This
I would never speak to you again.
Yes, you are entitled to your opinion
but by that same token I am entitled to never forgive you for it.
And you. You are the worst of them all.
I’ve come to expect this sort of thing from him but you.
You who taught me to always stand up against injustice.
Apparently that doesn’t apply when it’s disturbing dinner.
Hidden feelingsI see you everydayHidden feelings1 day ago in Emotional More Like This
Hear you laughing
Maybe I should talk to you
But I'm too shy anyways
Years have flyed away
I'm bottling up my courage
To say, ask you this
Wanna be my friend?
What can I tell you now?
Should I just tell you
That I'm in love with someone?
And that someone is you
WarningThis life,Warning2 days ago in Emotional More Like This
It's never easy. Never.
Each person that comes in and through our lives,
Leaves a mark.
And whether it's a matter of a moment, a single moment, or years,
There is proof in there somewhere that they have been there.
Reminders, either physically or mentally,
The important thing to realise is that we ARE those scars.
They are what make us stronger, they are the lessons we need to learn,
But there is something we need understand.
Learn and move on, dwelling never helps,
Take the best memories, wrap them together with a piece of string.
And surround them with one simple bad fucking memory,
As a warning to never ever go back. Never go back.
A MemoryI used to believe I fell in love with you; that you had dug a tunnel in me veins and made a home in the arteries of my dysfunctional heart, where you kept it beat-beat-beating.A Memory1 day ago in Emotional More Like This
But now I know--now I know; that I had always loved you, that I was crafted for you before I knew how to walk or speak or think or breathe on my own; before I ever saw the outside world.
But my heart has stopped--it's stopped and you must have died with it, because I cannot recall the last time I brushed my lips against your own; I have forgotten the last night we spent together, as if it were the smoke of your lit cigarette that you simply whipped away with your hand.
Yet, I somehow remember the storm of emotions you stirred within me; excitement, frustration, happiness, contentment. I remember the way you sparked a fire deep within my belly and startled the butterflies back to life, and they would flutter along the lining of my insides, reminding me that I, too, was alive--I was genuinely alive.
But I cannot r
Absent ApologiesDo you know how hard it is to forgive?Absent Apologies1 day ago in Emotional More Like This
I've complied to forgive so easily before
It's pathetic and I'm ashamed
But how easily and quickly should I forgive you
If my forgiveness has never even been requested with an apology?
Ambitious ThinkingDancing in the moonlight with *you, is all I want to do. Dance awhile, then fall not so gracefully in *your lap because my coordination is way off and *your soul is spot on. I've been having trouble sleeping, and *you know why. I wake up and I'm immediately touching myself because *you are not. It ends and I need *you. My mind devours my soul in those moments, so it seems I don't even have one but I know I do. For if I did not, who would be enamored with you like mine? Who would surrender to the thought of *you doing things. Nasty, dirty things to me like I'm *your little whoreslut and honey I swear I'd do anything *you want me to do. I'd be on my hands and knees for *you in a Nashville minute and I think that's a nice payoff to *you, from me. If it's not, *you can eat me out and we'll call it even.Ambitious Thinking2 days ago in Emotional More Like This
An Attempt to Move Forward It's been one month from my break up. I carry boxes down from the truck up stairs into my friend's room. Her and her boyfriend are setting up a sunbed frame for me. This is a good thing for me. I won't be alone during this transition. I smile at the two and set one of three boxes down.An Attempt to Move Forward 2 days ago in Emotional More Like This
"Thank you. I really appreciate you letting me stay here."
"No problem." My friend says and waves her hand like I am being outrageous by thanking her. I wear a replacement ring on my left ring finger for the one I had given back and my friend notices but doesn't say anything though I see in her eyes that she has formed a opinion of it.
It has been one month and two weeks from my break up. I am on my computer in the living room, trying to give my friend some time alone with her boyfriend. My sim just had a baby and I smile, happily naming it something though the name means nothing. My friend walks out of the room with her boyfriend and they whisper their goodbyes into th
Lo intenteLo intente...Lo intente2 days ago in Emotional More Like This
Di lo mejor de mi, lo mejor que tenia
Pero no recibí nada a cambio
No creo que sea justo que yo aya intentado rescatar lo nuestro
y tu no
Yo si te ame, pero tu solo jugaste conmigo
me di ilusiones falsas y solo me quede con miserables intentos fallidos
No claro que no, para ti lo nuestro solo fue un juego
Para ti yo sólo era era una mas
Ahora quiero llorar pero tengo mas lagrimas para botar
Quiero huis de este dolor que me solo me recuerda a ti
Mis memorias me asesinan con cada recuerdo tuyo
Quiero morir, se que estoy viva porque respiro, pero me siento muerta
Pensé que lo nuestro era real.... solo fue mentira
Pensé que me amabas.... pero te di igual
Pensé que nosotros llegaríamos lejos.... pero no, porque nunca existió un nosotros para ti
Lo único que me queda es saber que lo intente...
Quote of the Day: 11/27/2014Quote of the Day: November 27,2014Quote of the Day: 11/27/20143 hours ago in Emotional More Like This
"You can't measure the mutual affection of two human beings by the number of words they exchange."
Celebrating ThanksgivingIt is Thanksgiving, and what am I thankful for?Celebrating Thanksgiving3 hours ago in Emotional More Like This
I am thankful for my friends and family. I am also thankful for the friends that I have made on deviantART. I am also thankful for those deviants who took an interest in my work and decided to watch me.
I am thankful for my talents. I am grateful for my ability to draw (which I am slowly getting better at), and my ability to do other things like playing the piano.
I am thankful for my school and for my teachers, and I am thankful for my home and my general good health.
I am thankful for Samantha and Victoria, my two pet cats, and for the other pets that I had before them.
I am thankful for being alive.
I am thankful for my home and for living in the United States.
These are the things that I am thankful for and am mindful of when I celebrate Thanksgiving.
CrimsonCrimson redCrimson14 hours ago in Emotional More Like This
Slowly as if the world is in slow motion
One drop falls and all of a sudden you feel better
You feel as if it is all going to be okay
Just because of a crimson drop
It doesn't make since
This should be the end
You should feel guilty
But yet you don’t
Not yet at least
Days turn to weeks
Than weeks turn to months
And you realize the crimson hasn't been needed
Until one day
One word is said
One mistake is made
And the red is back
It’s more than just a drop this time
It’s a flow of crimson red
Staining the white walls, staining the skin
Staining your mind, staining your life
The crimson that is now your life line
Gay Problems #021Pros and Cons of boys:Gay Problems #02115 hours ago in Emotional More Like This
Cons- they're dicks
Pros- their dicks
ExhaustionWhen you arrive at school in the morningExhaustion18 hours ago in Emotional More Like This
You go to greet someone
And say "good evening"
Just A LittlePlease.Just A Little1 day ago in Emotional More Like This
All I want.
One touch, just a little more.
Stretch my hand to touch that
feather soft hair.
One word, just a little one.
Move our pride to break the
Just one look, a little glance.
Meet my eyes to show you still
One wish, a little hope.
Make it come true to heal my
Just my broken heart? Or are
you a little bit hurt too? If you
are, you do not show it.
I do not know if I am impressed
by that, but I do know I am
Angry that you will not look at
me. You will not talk to me. That
you do not even seem to listen
when I am speaking!
To put my wish,
It’s all I want.
Sickness and InequalityI hadn't known there was a protest in my state,Sickness and Inequality2 days ago in Emotional More Like This
I hadn't known we'd had one for Ferguson.
The thing is...
I would have gone had I known.
And when I told me mom,
She looked at me bewildered and said
"I thought you said you were sick."
And yes, I did and yes, I am,
But my sickness now and my sickness in the future
Will never stop me from screaming for my rights,
Or the rights of someone else.
Sickness will not have stopped me from screaming
For justice and equality over a hypocritical democracy.
I would have puked into bushes then stood back up
To scream my throat raw through tears of pain.
Because you know what?
She must not understand that
Nothing short of death will help me close my eyes to inequality
And how can I possibly stand by and do nothing?
LifeThe things I say, versus the things I hide...are by far, lesser...Life2 days ago in Emotional More Like This
All of those feelings and memories that forever stay hidden in the depths of my thoughts...Lie after lie, I fight to keep my footing, trying to keep the scars from showing...Always struggling to be honest and yet so hard when the world pushes you to lie in order to survive...
Makes me feel...trapped...Reality is a harsh truth we all have to face some day...We all have to face our breaking point...Some people face it every day. A new dawn that only brings pain and the weight of a past that is to never be mentioned...that silent and single moment when you let your guard down and remember...Always so painful yet always so necessary...
Always a line of thought that breaks you down isn't it..? Such a small thing and yet so hard to ignore...
HANDS UP DON'T SHOOTAs the fires roll into the skies over Ferguson, MS, and people loot, stab, rape, kill and desecrate all over the country, a question begs into our minds. Why? Why would people get so upset over something out of their control? Why would people turn straight to violence even when the President, Brown's family, ask them to keep peaceful and calm. Darren Wilson will get his I'm sure, because this incident will undoubtedly cause him to resign his police commission and force him to move because he is no longer safe in his own home.HANDS UP DON'T SHOOT2 days ago in Emotional More Like This
Aren't you satisfied yet? Or is your hunger for violence, your lust for the blood of the man who only deemed it right to protect himself, so insatiable that you must tear down the American Infrastructure and destroy society for people who are only trying to live? What you're doing is not justice, you're making it something it's not.
When the headlines read "WHITE CHILD SHOT BY BLACK COP", no one bats an eyelash, but when the headlines shout out about a black teen
2:30 thoughts"Are you awake?"2:30 thoughts2 days ago in Emotional More Like This
The screen glows bright in the darkened room. I don't know what I will say if he replies with a yes. Just knowing another soul is not asleep at this hour would be enough. Especially his soul.
"What are you thinking about?"
There's really only one answer I want to hear. It's what I would say if he asked me the same question. But I know I'll never hear it.
FergusonMy thoughts on Ferguson, MIFerguson2 days ago in Emotional More Like This
November 24, 2014. Officer Wilson is not charged with anything for killing Michael Brown.
Protests are all over the country, ranging from peaceful to violent.
I can see and feel the racial tensions that are present.
After that fatal shooting, other cases of a person being shot came to be.
The violent protests are unacceptable.
Stealing is unacceptable.
Attacking someone is unacceptable.
Shooting an unarmed person is unacceptable.
Not thinking twice before you do an action is unacceptable.
High authorities not hearing the voices of peaceful protestors are unacceptable.
Justice not being served is unacceptable
My Loyal Succubi Chapter 2My Loyal Succubi Chapter 23 days ago in Emotional More Like This
YURI (GirlXGirl ROMANCE)
Based off real events minor name changes places added fictional content. Some Events are blurred do to lost of Notes and small forgetfullness .
Artwork By Me
In the world of computers , where lies can become truth faster than sound reaches your ears! Where you can strip yourself down and rebuild yourself back up where can become Everything And become nothing all at once, When does your fairytale come real?
You are my tunnel song.We spoke well into the time that I should have spent asleep talking about the way things were and how we felt. You said my voice was calming and that you wanted me there. I wished for that more than anything, especially in your time of need, and I still do. You wanted to have a night where we could say whatever we wanted, and I thought it was a fantastic idea. My thoughts sprouted into words and made their way to you - I was terrified of what you would think. Luckily, what you felt might not have been all that different from what I did. We laughed and cried together that night through hours of talking, disconnections, panic-filled moments and more happiness than I've had in too long.You are my tunnel song.3 days ago in Emotional More Like This
Days went by after this, and I thought about it for hours upon hours. After the countless number of times it went through my head, I decided to speak up. And I've never felt worse about a string of words before. "forget that conversation".
Life might be a lot easier for you if you forget it, and that's all