How to love a girl who can't love herself.one.How to love a girl who can't love herself.9 hours ago in Free Verse More Like This
When she cries herself to sleep
six out of seven nights a week you must
say nothing. You must simply take
her in your arms and kiss her gaunt,
pale cheeks and wait for her to
slumber at the sound of your heart.
On the days where she wishes she
were part of the stars, tell her
no. Tell her that there are too many
lights in the sky and that just one
would be forgotten the moment you looked
away from it. Tell her that she is perfect
the way she is: completely human.
Don't let her think about the scars
that no one but her can see. If she
says "I think I'm broken" smile like you
know a secret and say, "No, you're mending."
But do not be the one to fix her - no, she
Beyond LoveYou say 'beautiful' like a mistake -Beyond Love21 hours ago in Free Verse More Like This
like it slipped out unwarranted
from those dark parts of your mind
that you don't want me to go to,
you say it like that.
You caress like it's worship -
like if you pressed too hard
or took too much, you'd pay the price
and I love those urgent times when
you're willing to pay it.
You teach me love like I'll die without it -
like if you don't defrost me
and my frozen image of myself,
then I might stop breathing
and extinguish beneath my own icy damnation.
You kiss me like you have to -
like we're sharing an oxygen tank
in a toxic, broken-down universe
and you are trying not to breathe
to save me.
You kiss me like that.
You love me, like that -
how am I supposed to resist
a man who loves me beyond his own sense
and senses - beyond love ?
Sherlock Chatroom 10 (Slight MycroftXReader)Sherlock Chatroom 10 (Slight MycroftXReader)22 hours ago in Short Stories More Like This
(Y/n) has started a chatroom.
Greg has logged on.
Molly has logged on.
‘OMG GREG! MOLLY! IT’S BEEN FOREVER! – YN’
‘You saw me yesterday – Greg’
‘Yeah – Molly’
‘I still missed you – YN’
‘Ok then – Greg’
Jim has logged on.
‘HEY (Y/N) – Jim’
‘Hi Jim – YN’
‘Why are you using all caps? – Molly’
‘MY CAP’S LOCK BUTTON IS BROKEN :C – Jim’
‘Lol – Greg’
‘SHUT UP LESTRADE – Jim’
Sherlock has logged on.
‘Hey Sherly – Molly’
‘Don’t – Sherlock’
‘LOL – Jim’
‘Hahahaha – YN’
‘ARE YOU LAUGHING AT HIM OR ME? – Jim’
‘You – YN’
‘:C – Jim’
‘Stop with the face – Greg’
.and this beating in my chest.12 hours ago in Free Verse More Like This
might just be the banging of someone
trying to break free.
Company of Friends- Sam and Dean x ReaderWhen I die, let them judge me by my company of friendsCompany of Friends- Sam and Dean x Reader8 hours ago in Introductions & Chapters More Like This
Let them know me as the footprints that I left upon the sand
Let them laugh for all the laughter
Let them cry for laughter’s end
But when I die, let them judge me by my company of friends
The Impala rushed down the road, eager to be far away from the terrible reality. A silence settled over the car like it rarely did- no music blaring from its speakers as Dean put all his focus on the road with a death grip on the wheel and Sam looked out the passenger window with a clenched jaw. In the air that rushed by, Dean swore he heard your laugh the one filled with squealed joy and ground his teeth as he fought back the tears pressing at his eyes.
That laugh was gone and had taken with it the soft melodic giggles and the teasingly purred chuckles.
All of it was gone.
Sam suddenly let out a soft sad chuckle, the noise laced with nostalgia, and Dean responded with a low warning growl,
RecordsRevolver spins on the turntable, throwing scratchy memories ofRecords22 hours ago in Free Verse More Like This
psychedelic days and electric nights; a Pink Floyd and Zeppelin
sandwich on a trip to younger, dumber days (always summer)
I walk through, my legs as skinny now as they were then
The times they are a changing, constant flux, one dark star to another
Places I’ve been and people I’ve met float by, waving happily
I give all this to you, my first-born, knowing that you’ll never really
understand, or even know how to make the black discs speak
We don’t speak the same language anymore, you and I, but we love
I see you in the distance with your family, my grandchildren
I’d like to see you closer, but I live in the airwaves now of an old radio
station, playing oldies all night and watching stars blink out
Babysitting - part 1Babysitting - part 116 hours ago in Introductions & Chapters More Like This
Written by geckoguy123456789 (dA)(FA) for Kai
“Come on…. just a little more……” the young jackal muttered, her fingers frantically and skillfully working an Xbox controller while her eyes stayed glued to the TV screen. The flicker of the screen giving her black fur a blueish white hue, her eyes bright and golden taking in every movement like a predator on the hunt. Her character danced around Ultimecia, throwing hit after hit into her, the young jackal unconsciously bobbing and ducking her head in sync with her attacks. While she’d normally be moving her whole body, her swollen abdomen kept her fairly pinned to the couch.
“NUUUUUUUUU!” she yelled as she threw her arms up in defeat, “apocalypse again……” she muttered sullenly as her character was obliterated by the ultimate move and Ultimecia cackled in victory. “Ug……. Why do I even
You Ever Felt ItHave you ever felt it?You Ever Felt It12 hours ago in Free Verse More Like This
When you lay there broken
And feel yourself so guilty
Eyes gushing red
And you want to sleep in a coma
Your brain swelling with thoughts
At the same time empty with nothing
When you can't suit yourself
And see yourself a place among the demons
that moment when you control your life
The moment when you choose between life and death
And then you yourself can decide either way
It's when you're on the edge
And want someone to pull you back before you make another step
A hook, to rip all the insanity out of your body
And suck all the madness that is growing black dead trees
Have you ever felt it, have you known depression
Did you ever seek a source of help, and did you ever find it
Thor x Reader (The Cookies and Cream Pop-tart)Thor x Reader (The Cookies and Cream Pop-tart)17 hours ago in Short Stories More Like This
Thor x Reader
(The Cookies and Cream Pop-tart)
You were currently on the couch eating a pop-tart. Not a regular pop-tart. A cookies and cream pop-tart. It was like eating a soft Oreo cookie. This was by far you're most favorite pop-tart. As you were eating you're pop-tart and watching (TV show/Movie) you sensed a presence behind you. Turning around you found a Thor trying to steal the other pop-tart. "Thor, if you want to keep that hand don't you dare take that pop tart." You said in a low cold voice. Thor only smirked. "And what if I do, what will you do?' You growled. " I will kill you." You said in a thick Russian accent. It seems the God of thunder wanted to play with you, so he grabbed the pop-tart and started running throughout the Stark Tower. "THOR! GIVE ME BACK MY POP TART!!!"
The remaining Avengers heard you're scream and scrambled off to find a safe hiding place. They knew you loved that Cookies and Cream pop-tart, and you would kill anyone and I mean ANYONE who dare take it
my earl of slander cries blue murderthis god made skeletons, dear, & this godmy earl of slander cries blue murder14 hours ago in Free Verse More Like This
made deathbeds. here's our hospice:
hypoxic migraine mirrors on the inside
of our skulls. oh, ghosted, i am semi-parasitic
& esotropic - the fevered phantom of
a boy too young to wither this way.
What You Don't SeeCan you hear me? Be quiet... that silence is me. I can hear you. I can see you. I can even touch you. I'm there when you're awake, when you're asleep, even when you are outside, I am there.What You Don't See9 hours ago in Introductions & Chapters More Like This
Shh, did you hear that? It's just you breathing. Can you see me? No, but I see you. I know that part of you can hear my voice... you're confused, lost in a stupor and trying to convince yourself that you're just imagining things. Your lips are curved into a light frown, that is, until you realize I'm here... I see your lips part, and you find it hard to blink, the reflection of the computer on the glossy surfaces of your eyes.
Sorry, I see I made you flinch. That was just me chuckling, no need to be alarmed. I noticed you've spun around in your chair to try and see where I am. You see me, but you don't even realize it.
See, there's a smile... you might be thinking you're being silly and there's nothing there. Even so, you continue to listen to my voice... Have you gone mad? Maybe you're tired. Yes,
Superstitious Tendencies (Hetalia x Reader)Superstitious Tendencies (Hetalia x Reader)8 hours ago in Introductions & Chapters More Like This
(Hetalia x Reader)
Congratulations :iconD00ms-day: you’ve won the part as readers best friend!
Any who, lets continue on shall we?
“If there’s a next time....listen to me.”
“Are you sure you wanna do that…?” I grumbled and sent a glare to my ever superstitious friend. “It’s already three am…you know that that means.” I sighed and covered my eyes with my palms, she was at it again.
“Kasey! There is no such thing as ghosts!” She glared at me with her sea blue eyes, which were hidden behind a pair of frames, growing more serious by the second. “Look, I’ve gone on walks at like six in the morning and nothing has ever happened to me.” She contin
.your constant compulsion to keep clean will bury you in sand....18 hours ago in Free Verse More Like This
...and it is then when tidal waves will wash out your soul and push it towards land.
spring meadowsbroken breezes throb;spring meadows11 hours ago in Haiku & Eastern More Like This
a slow smile and naked nights.
clouds of porcelain blush.
DenmarkXIndependent!Reader (Prize)DenmarkXIndependent!Reader (Prize)18 hours ago in Short Stories More Like This
(Name) (LastName), otherwise known as the manifestation of (Country), was an extremely independent lass. She did not need anyone to babysit her. Every day, the (h/c) girl woke up at around 6:30 am and her entire house was spotless by 8:15 am. She was always 8 minutes early for World Meetings and she got all paper work done a day prior to submission. The rare and only times she had ever been late was when her car broke down or that time when her alarm clock failed to rouse her with its piercing rings.
Mathias Køhler, otherwise known as the manifestation of Denmark, was inconsistent when it came to independence. Every morning, you’ll find his cream hand hitting the snooze once the alarm was set off. The household he lived with four other Nordic nations, was kept in order thanks to the Swedish nation (also by himself when he was in the mood.) He was always either 5 or 10 minutes late for World Meetings, blaming his fellow housemates f
good morning, i love youi brush backgood morning, i love you11 hours ago in Free Verse More Like This
the waves of your
with fingers that have
trembled upon seeing god,
or rather, the light in
your eyes as they fall
upon me in the slow,
your back is a
small country, my palms
pulling into fields of
sickly warm skin.
and though my nails rake
the soil of land unused,
i would never bare my lips
along your spine - it is
too early for my
but your breath, the
small gales that you sigh
echo between us, and i feel you
living beside me and beneath
my loving hands as the day
stretches and starts
with an inhale.
our lips meet and
we kiss in a different language,
one spoken once before,
years ago (or so it seems)
though the whispers and exhales
of love still sound in our
when the day breathes out
and night touches me in my
i will imagine the ghost
of your body alongside mine
Vacation in Puerto Rico: Part 3Vacation in Puerto Rico: Part 37 hours ago in Short Stories More Like This
Jess clapped a hand over her mouth at hic-urping from feeling him slide inside her stomach like that, while her face turned a bit red. She ran her fingers along her waist as she felt his form within and those little, rubbing hands. Slipping further into the hot tub, she sighed as she tried to not find this awkward. It was meant to be fun after all. In fact, it felt even better with Ike in there while the bubbling, warm water rushed over her form. Her hands flattened out as they massaged over the belly deeper in order for him to feel, but did not resort to flexing her abs. She figured that might not feel quite as nice as this.
I was familiar with the noises that Jess' body made, but there was something new? Pressing my ear against the inside of Jess's belly, I could hear the low rumbling of the hot tub on the outside, as bubbles streamed to the surface and flowed against her body; it felt a bit like a massage as I snuggled against her
Talking to God About Girls, Life, and Other...Dear God, I'm a piece of shitTalking to God About Girls, Life, and Other...19 hours ago in Free Verse More Like This
And I think I had enough of it
I'm a cigarette, I'm bad for my health
The cancer cell is my own self
Dear God, I'm the fifth wheel of a car
Whose engine is overflowing with tar
That extra weight does no good
I think I'd try a year without food
Dear God, me and her talked for weeks
I guess it's time for me to feel those lips
But she says no, and I'm left asking why
I'm not that fat and ugly, am I?
It's hard to convince people not to jump
When I'm on a windowsill waiting for a push
A blow to the head, or just a little bump
Something sharp to cut these strings loose
I've gotten over this once, and it used to take longer
I'm just not sure if all these getting over makes me stronger
I'm 19 years old still overwhelmed by emotions
I just hope I won't use the word 'beer' for 'potion'
Dear God, life's a piece of shit
And I just can't get enough of it
I'm Not a CutterJust because I'm not a Cutter,I'm Not a Cutter22 hours ago in Emotional More Like This
Doesn't mean I can't feel pain.
It just means I’m strong enough,
to fight the battle, without giving up,
or succumbing to my own agony.
It just means, that I'm strong enough to go on.
The Journal of Natsu DragneelThe Journal of Natsu Dragneel15 hours ago in Short Stories More Like This
X791/7/14: Journal Entry 1
Just absolutely and utterly amazing.
I watched her smirk. She smiled. Very happily. In fact, I could go on to say that her smile is amazingly amazing. Stunning, beautiful, she is just a shining pearl. I can't keep up with her, I just want to dominate her, make her mine's, create a mark on her showing she's my property, no one else can have her.
I hate all the times she hugs me so tightly, and she never knows my feelings for her. I love the way her golden, blonde hair falls down her back; she always keeps it up in pigtails, but I still think it's cute. Just adorable.
. . . It's strangling me.
I want to tell her my feelings, admit that I'm in love with her, and I have been in love with her for the past eight years I've known her. I would've been lucky to still have gotten to know her in the seven years we were dormant, but still, I believe I have my chance.
Honestly, she's a hard worker. Usually, I would have to save her from harm's way, and I enjoy doi