good night dear Is it bad that I want to brush the hair back from your face and mutter good night darling as I slowly drift off to sleep feeling safe with your arms around me oh I feel much too young and I know I am but when you hold me I don't want to let gogood night dear 1 hour ago in Emotional
Why I Prefer not to Draw I am a writer. From my mind I am capable of calling forth words to form sentences. Sentences that flow to assume the shape of worlds, people, and emotions; things to captivate those who seek to delve into the things I have created.Why I Prefer not to Draw3 hours ago in Emotional
However, when my hands grasp a pencil in order to create a more visual piece, disappointment soon follows. Lines appear as though they were drawn with the wrong hand, and images are more akin to the inexperienced scribbles of a naïve young child.
Years of practice, years of failure. Years of failure, years of discouragement. Could it be that my hands are incapable of grasping what my mind has ordered it to create? Are the pictures painted across the canvas of my mind beyond what a physical image could capture? Perhaps so.
FangirlBased on a real testimony.Fangirl3 hours ago in Emotional
By someone who doesn't know what to do.
I was seated writing on a pink paper sheet, that my grandmother gave me last summer. I got a pencil, and I started to write.
I loved my fanfic, it was about Sonic. Then I told one of my friends to help me with it, and she was (and still is) glad to help.
I thought it was a good idea, and we could have followers and success. But it just came darker, my life was screwed up.
And still is.
When I started in my fandom, I thought it was going to be great, and better than the other two fandoms before.
I just found regrets by her. Every blame I receive hurts me in the heart, and I'm always trying to be strong.
I dunno why I can't. I just... Can't.
But who cares about me. Nor my parents, nor my friends, nor my teachers, and obviously her.
She's not her. She wasn't so invidious, so cruel, such a blamer, so negative. You cou
Beautifully Broken This ever-shifting landscape, breathtaking in its complexity, repeatedly draws me inward. The terrain created of crystalline grains of powder, the remnants of crushed hopes and dreams, providing the foundation for gleaming spires soaring into the atmosphere beyond the possibility of vision.Beautifully Broken5 hours ago in Emotional
Within the walls of these towers, veins of red sinew act as nerves for everything within. Crackling with raw power, these concentrations of emotion feed passion to all they touch. The aspirations feed from this power, as the surging of hope fuels the construction of the next pinnacle, reaching to the Heavens and beyond, and from which I will either fly, or crash to the earth once again.
Ghosts of lovers past and never slowly drift upon the gentle breeze, never straying far from the pulverized remains they once inhabited.
WinterThey were all three facing the lady. Today...was the one. The day to swap places. They stepped back and a new melody started resonating in the Void.:Winter6 hours ago in Emotional
You see this world differently from us.
You notice things no one else would.
You speak so differently.
Your thoughts are way too different from ours...
I don't say all of this to blame you.
I just say it because...
It's scary to see your own child falling into Darkness.
I wonder where you got that attraction for obscure subjects...
I'm Sorry..I'm sorry..I'm Sorry..7 hours ago in Emotional
I don't say it nearly enough these days. It's not that I'm not, it's that I truly no longer believe I deserve forgiveness. It almost feels like a mockery for the words to leave my lips. Just know, that I never say it unless I completely believe it myself. There are few people that still exist on this earth that have ever heard these words from me. Just as the term "I love you" holds so much meaning to me, so does a true apology. I find that over using certain expressions ruin their potency, so try not to overdose on this.
I don't even know I'd just like to remind everyone to appreciate. Appreciate what you have, appreciate that you don't have some things. I know that life may seem bad sometimes but it could be a lot worse. There may be times where you struggle with even finding a reason to enjoy life, or a little thing about yourself that you like.I don't even know 7 hours ago in Emotional
We are all unique. We are not perfect, we are never going to be. Our flaws are what make us human, and what make us beautiful. If you spend your whole life listening to what others say you will never find your own voice. Listen only to what you say about yourself. Listen to others about their ideas, experiences and more.
Please remember, we all make mistakes in life so don't pressure yourself. Take your time, there would be no point in living if life was too short to get what you want done without taking a break every now and then.
I wish you all the best.
Past, Present.....Future Questionable. She loved him for the happy memoriesPast, Present.....Future Questionable. 8 hours ago in Emotional
For the laughs of their childhood selves
For the first blush of foolish, stumbling, innocent love
For the first delicious pain of heartbreak
God knows why he loved her, or if he did.
Time rolls on, crushing and tumbling people into new shapes. Contentment is achieved and friendship rules peacefully. The violent colors of both love and heartbreak fade into grey eventually.
But a dusty star sprinkled night seems to infuse their colors again, with burning liquid moonlight as the elixir to turn back time. Skin grows soft and warm and honest in flickering firelight. Life roughened edges disappear. Wishes are reality, just for this moment.
But it passes and can never come again. Their new hardened shapes, revealed again by day, cannot fit together. They must continue on their separate tracks....
He can wrench his spine, corroded layers splitting painfully. Cracking through guilty crusts of shame and mistakes to free himself of the miserable cocoon
AdviceYou know, people have never asked me "Crow, how did you get so popular? What's your secret?"Advice8 hours ago in Emotional
And I tell those people: It's simple, really.
You just have to shit on your own life. Embrace your self-loathing and internalized kinkshame. It's hilarious.
Occasionally, you'll screw up and make people feel sorry for you, but that's to be expected.
So go ahead and make fun of yourself. Your life is shitty, and you know it. Why not use that to your advantage?
Here I am. Chapter 1, Beginning of a new life. When I first opened my eyes, I saw my mother, smiling down at me. At first I was confused at who this was and it didn't help the fact that she kept saying some weird stuff that I don't understand. I felt cold and I remember being all warm. Then this tall man stood beside her, kissing her forehead. He then looked at me and put his huge finger in my hand. I noticed my hand was really small compared to his! I grabbed onto it, thinking I could wrap my whole fingers around it. I closed my eyes again and I realized I had something in my mouth... Whatever it was, I liked it. I then realized that I'm starting a new life. This is fun! A whole wonderful life to experience. A life where nothing goes wrong!Here I am. Chapter 1, Beginning of a new life.8 hours ago in Emotional
After sending a couple of days in the strange room, I went home with who I learned was my Mother and Father. That's when I met my brother and sister. My sister was disgusted and my brother seemed happy to see me. That's when I chose him to be my hero. He he
The Scream of the Whales‘Describing the hunting of whales using the explosive harpoon he said, “The gunners themselves admit that if whales could scream the industry would stop, for nobody would be able to stand it”.’*The Scream of the Whales8 hours ago in Emotional
Because the whales and other cetaceans cannot scream for themselves, we must scream for them.
333 e’s, which is the number of whales Japan intends to kill in a year (one-third the usual quota but one-third too many).
A short storyI am kind of bored, so I am thinking in write this little story:A short story11 hours ago in Emotional
Where's my feedback?
There's an artist. Let's call it as she, now you may not be confused.
She pass her day drawing
She post her drawings in a blog
A lot of people see it, but they doesn't give a feedback
A lot of people follow her too, but they ignore her work
She is sad, doesn't have feedback, nobody helps her to improve
She runs away
She tries to forget
"Why..... If they follow me........ why they don't give me feedback?....... a comment...... a fav.......... why?"
She still without answers
Nobody cares for her work, only few people, that she can count with her fingers .
"Are that website with problems?......... are they really ignoring me?.................. Why don't have a simply comment saying cool, cute or awesome?......................... Should I......................... stop? Should I give up?.......
An Exploration in InfatuationSometimes when I think of you and this conversation, and the possibilities and various wordings, I feel like a middle schooler. Bumbling, clumsy, like I might as well pass you a sticky note, "do you like me? (Like-like me) check yes, no, or maybe".An Exploration in Infatuation12 hours ago in Emotional
Sometimes when I think of you and this conversation I'm overwhelmed. Fear grips my ankles and whispers in my ear, hissing words like "rejection" and "loneliness" until I'm frozen in place and I can't take a single step forward or back, stuck in an awkward limbo where all I can do is smile and cross my fingers and hope.
Sometimes when I think of you and this conversation I wonder what I'm thinking. The risk is great. I feel like I'm standing at the head of a table at Vegas, kissing the dice, betting our friendship while reaching for that great, looming reward- that affection that's been worrying at the back of my mind for months. Some days I think I'm feeling lucky; usually I shove the dice right back into my pocket and walk away
La historia de Grecia - Parte 5A partir de ese momento nunca mas me volvi a sentir sola.. desde alli jajaja momentos inolvidables.. nos encargamos de hacerle la vida imposible a todo aquel que se atrecia a molestranos.... nadie nos molestaba todos nos tenian miedo... pero lo mejor es que dejamos a Destiny y Maria... eso fue divertido verdad bridgette???La historia de Grecia - Parte 512 hours ago in Emotional
Pero se preguntaran que paso con alberto....
AL DIA SIGUIENTE (despues de la pelea)
Alberto.- YA VAAA *anbre* ohh hola britany
Britany.- *seria* vengo a ver a bridgette
Alberto.- Grecia la acompaño hasta tu casa dijo que te demoraste mucho.. y se quizo ir
Britany.- Perfecto... Tenes que hablar alberto
Alberto.- Si es por lo de ayer yo..
Britany.- Alberto escuchame
Alberto.- Porfavor britany dejame no quiero hacer akgo de que despues me arrepienta..
Britany.- Pero si ya lo hiciste..
Alberto.- QUE?? de que hablas..??
Britany.- Y todavia lo preguntas que no te das cuenta de todo el daño q
prompt: welcomingPlacemat runner, because one home isn’t good enough… because one home is not a backup home, and a backup home is not a backup’s backup home, the fear a time someone won’t truly want me anymore, smiles worms curling up in the rain and teeth too polite to cut me with the difference.prompt: welcoming13 hours ago in Emotional
They don’t let me stay long enough to know the rules, because I am an excess in acceptance, a shape shifter of character, only doable in fractions at each door.
ConnectionsCONNECTIONSConnections18 hours ago in Emotional
By John Paul Dodds
The third time we met, it was on the train.
Come to think of it, it had always been on the train. The train was pretty busy that day. I was zoned out, staring out the window but not really seeing much. Call it writer's preoccupation.
“Anyone using this seat?”. She had a pleasant voice. Sort of chirpy and upbeat. It broke me from my reverie. I looked around and realised I had my feet on the chair opposite. The train was full and here was I with my feet on the chair opposite. I felt like, well, a heel.
“Oh! I'm sorry”, I stuttered, embarrassed. I pulled my feet off the chair as quickly as I could and reached across and brushed it off with my sleeve. I looked up at her and felt the shock of recognition.
She was quite small but not overly delicate the way some girls are. She had short dark hair. It was sort of punky, like she was growing out a pi
There it is againThere it is again, that damn feeling everytime I talk to you I hate it cause I cant get no where near you...but I love embrassing it...the warmth of a love that ye to known and the pain that comes with it is just a feeling I tend to visit back onThere it is again20 hours ago in Emotional
The World Is HersFlesh of porcelain ivory glistens in the moonlight as she dances beneath the crying sky. Wistful and full of wonder, her eyes gleam with delight as she watches the stars play hide and seek in the clouds.The World Is Hers1 day ago in Emotional
The cool rain kissing her skin raises chillbumps, but still she dances. It's too calm, too serene, to go back inside. It's like a dream in the frigid stillness of the night.
Inside is where the demons come out of hiding. It's unfortunate. Inside is supposed to be shelter from the bitter cold, a sanctuary from the chaos outside. In her home is where she is most vulnerable, where nightmares and horrid realities claw their way to the surface of her fragile mind.
Even in the presence of others she is alone. Time and time again she has reached out for help, only to be slighted with every single attempt. Time and time again she has cried loudly, screamed at the top of her lungs, and all of them turned a deaf ear. Time and time again she has been hurt and destroyed by others who can go back t
PowerHave you ever walked down the hall of your school, and thought to yourself these people… and then just stopped, because you couldn’t place what you felt into words? The feeling of misery, and darkness, like a cloud of dripping despair, following you as you maneuver yourself so that you don’t accidentally bump into someone. Head down, shoulder forward, slouched…STOP. Hate the world and let them know. Don’t hide your eyes. Let them all see that you don’t care about their new car or their new girlfriend. Show them the eyes that don’t care for their societal bullshit, and they will cower. Why? Because the strongest people are the ones who won’t bow to those who fake power. And that’s all it is, FAKE. They act like they’re in control, but they aren’t. They sir upon a shaky pedestal, and the ones who won’t get hurt when they fall are the ones who chose not to stand right beneath them. Don’t stand behind powePower1 day ago in Emotional
Vent artDepliment d'émotions en vrac. Encore. Encore.Vent art1 day ago in Emotional
Tristesse, colère, peur, confusion. Encore. Encore.
Regarde-moi, s'il te plaît, montre-moi que j'existe. J'ai besoin d'exister.
Est-ce que j'existe à tes yeux ? Suis-je quelqu'un ? J'ai besoin d'être quelqu'un.
Comment puis-je avoir de l'importance pour toi ? J'en ai besoin, plus que tout.
Je n'arrive pas à avoir de signe que j'ai de la valeur pour toi. Je ne vois qu'un visage avec un sourire fade quand il me voit, passant rapidement à une autre personne, avec un sourire beaucoup plus enjoué.
Je souris aussi. Du mieux que je puisse.
Pourquoi ce n'est pas assez ?
J'essaie d'être jovial au maximum, qu'on pense de moi que je suis heureux.
Pourquoi ce n'est pas assez ?
Je donne le meilleur de moi-même afin de voir le bon côté des choses, de faire ne serait-ce que sourire les personnes qui m'importent.
Pourquoi ce n'est pas assez ?
Pourquoi ce n'est pas assez pour toi ?
Pourquoi toi ? P
Believe in your RAGERage. Such boiling rage the likes that of which cannot be explained in mere words. It’s a rage so burning and hate filled that when you feel it, you don’t know what to do with yourself except snap. Hit something, punch a wall, scream! Scream until your throat hurts or until your lungs have no more air to scream with, or both! Don’t bottle that rage up, ‘cause it’ll burn you from the inside out. LET IT GO. Express it. Show the world just how much you fucking hurt; maybe then they’ll see something. But don’t let it hurt you more than you already are. It isn’t worth it. You have everything fighting against you, you don’t need to add yourself to that list. You don’t have to. Tell yourself that. Hate those that make you hate yourself. Yell in their goddamn faces that you aren’t going to roll over and take it anymore. You’re done laying down, you’re ready to stand. Show them, that you’re going to come out swiBelieve in your RAGE1 day ago in Emotional