I Dream About HerI dream about her, quite often, actually. It's been nearly two and a half years since I've seen her face to face, and it truly does break my heart when I remember the good times. She was one of my best friends, one of the greatest influences in my life, and someone who could make me smile. However, all good things must come to an end eventually.I Dream About Her1 week ago in Emotional More Like This
Drugs don't just affect you, they affect your friends. When you've been roped into the bad crowd and refuse to turn to the people who love you most, you're going to lose everything you care about. Well, I cared for her, alright. We were nearly as inseparable as Sempai and I, hanging out nearly 24/7. Sure, there were fights, but every friend has a fight. It's when the line is drawn that things get messy.
In my dreams, I remember how she used to be, how fun she was, how silly she acted, and how she was just pleasant to have around. What happened? Why did she decide to go the way she went? To turn to lying, drug abusing, and overall not caring for
One last time. KristaXReaderFor music please listenOne last time. KristaXReader5 days ago in Emotional More Like This
Highly recommended after the game scene though
"Two Kings!” Krista piped laying the cards on in the pot laying on my lap. She sat cross legged on the hospital bed with me. Sitting up straight and laid her cards face down in her lap leaning forward, now were both now down to one card. you looked up from my last card and glared at her. For such an innocent girl she had one hell of a poker face. you swallowed the lump in my throat and laid down my last card.
“One Ace.” you stated and crossed my arms challenging her to say it.
‘that’s it! the cat’s in the-’
“Bullshit!” She called out and flipped over the card that had just laid down….a queen,.
“Damn it Krista!” you shouted smacking the pile off my lap then pouted indignantly.
"Can't you just let me win for once." I asked. Krista giggled an
A little thing on BiphobiaFor those not in the loop, as I assume many of you are not, biphobia is just as terrible as homophobia.A little thing on Biphobia1 day ago in Emotional More Like This
If you haven't noticed my incredible gayness, I am bisexual. But wait! (you might be saying) You're bisexual, not gay!(?) Ha. HA. HAHAHAHAHA. No. I am gay. I am not a full on double diamond studded lesbian/gay rainbow, but a nice cute little bi rainbow that appears after a little rain. You know what I mean.
You probably didn't notice but BAM- that was biphobia.
The first point I'm going to bring up is that bisexuals are part of a magical, mystical triforce composed of themselves, asexuals, and pansexuals. For those unaware, an asexual is someone who does not particularly like sexual activities and a pansexual is someone who loves someone regardless of gender and sex. Why are they in this triforce? Because they are sexualities that are constantly believed to be made up. Why? Because many believe that it's IMPOSSIBLE to
How to love a guy who can't love himself.How to love a guy who really doesn’t love himself.How to love a guy who can't love himself.4 days ago in Emotional More Like This
Well first, there are numerous ways you can do this, so just sit back and listen.
Number one rule, tell him to drop his façade, abandon the stereotypes that society places upon him, find the real him, the core, so fragile and so easily able to be hurt.
When you find the real him, who he really is, then look him in the eyes, past all that buff, and all of that strength and mutter a few simple words. ‘It’s okay to cry.’ And when he cries, when he falls to his knees and allows his body to tremble for the first time in decades, you put your hands on his shoulders and say, ‘Everything will be fine’.
And when he looks up at you, with tears in his eyes, shaking out of either shame or anger, you just smile at him, and say ‘No’, not because he’s crying but because you know he’s threatening to close himself off again to the world, and put on that face that he fe
Writer's BlockOk.Writer's Block1 day ago in Emotional More Like This
Just me and you.
I don't know what your name is, but you're in my way.
And now it's time to deal with you.
Y'know every time I sit down to think, you always get in my way.
Whether you're trying to distract me, or you just stop me from thinking, you always try to stop me.
Not this time, fella. Or, lady, whichever you are, fuck if I know.
Well. Shall we dance?
Ok, so, let's try this;
I write a story, and this time, keep the hell away.
I'd like to write one continuous narrative where I don't quit halfway through, or have to completely revamp the characters and storyline just so I can keep writing.
Just. One. Story. And don't make up excuses to make me trip up and write a shitty one; I'd like to be actually good for once.
Ever since you turned up, I don't know where my touch went.
But I think I've found it again, and now it's time for you to pack your bags and get the hell out of my life.
Yeah...I think I can write again. How'd you like that, arsehole?
Good riddance to you. Have fun be
RainAs the electric arc sizzles away like frying bacon, two pieces of steel are fused together into one mechanical mass. Its Thursday night, and for us its the last night of the work week. Weekend ahead, money in our pocket, endless possibilities.Rain3 days ago in Emotional More Like This
But for now, there are 36" mower decks to run. Bright light on a dark night, smoke and sparks, and 8 hours of staring into a false star. The shop is filled with a light yellow haze, it drifts through the air like a ghost as we work away the hours till dawn.
It is warmer than previous nights, winter is coming to an end and spring begins. Its raining!
Not snowing, not hail, not ice that clings to all things, but the continual 'tap, tap, tap' of heavy rain, almost like the distant roar of a forgotten army.
Sparks fly and fill the night, the haze is stifling, creeping behind helmet and vale. Another hand crafted product is born, and ready for processing, on to the paint line and the day crew.
A hot steel plate that will be painted black, built up wit
Why Can't I?Why Can't I?1 day ago in Emotional More Like This
"For the love of God, stop your crying!" The camp sports instructor towers over me, her hands on her hips. The anger in her eyes makes me want to curl up in a ball and never wake up. "Get back up. Ya' fell only once, girl."
"I- I can't." I whisper through a choking sob. My head is spinning, my lungs feel like they're on fire, my feet... I can't even begin to explain. Maybe I should've told her about it. Then she would've cut me some slack.
"You heard me. Get up."
I flick my blonde hair away from my eyes and try to
Can I Just Say I Love You?Well… um… hello there. I didn't think you'd actually read this, but here goes nothing. So I sorta… you know… love you. Yea, I know it's strange to think about. Me of all people too. I just can't help be die a little inside when you say hi to me and walk to her. You know? I just kinda get a little jealous, but I'm too afraid to tell you I love you. So I wrote this note, hoping you'd read it somehow. So, why don't you just tell me you fell the same way? It would be wonderful to hear again. I know you are a little confused and I know this is strange. I'm not good a writing sonnets and I can't look at you in the eye except when I want you to see that I love you. So next time I see you, I'll look you in the eye. Then you'll know I mean it. Because I do. So, I hope I'll get a message from you or bump into you at the store.Can I Just Say I Love You?2 days ago in Emotional More Like This
YouI want the way your voice cracked when you said you loved me.You2 days ago in Emotional More Like This
I want the light in your eyes when you saw me in the morning.
I want your protective arms around me.
I want you keeping me safe.
I want you saving me from myself.
I want the things you used to whisper in my ear.
I want us to have a song.
I want the silly fights we had as jokes.
I want the romantic make-up kisses after the fake fights.
I want the messages you use to leave me when I woke up.
I want the messages you sent before I went to sleep.
I want to dream about us every night.
I want to say goodbye knowing I’ll see you tomorrow.
I want the hardest thing in my life to be not seeing you for a weekend.
I want to ruffle your hair and call you Spock.
I want to mess with you about stupid things.
I want to be able to smile in your presence.
I want you to be the reason I am alive and well.
I’m fed up of you being the reason I want to be dead.
The reason why I will not draw youArt is something that is almost indefinable. Essentially, it is something people created to express emotions and intellects. Art is something that goes beyond reality and opens our minds to the ideas of others.The reason why I will not draw you3 days ago in Emotional More Like This
Art is something everyone has been impacted by. Eve
20th of AprilIt was one of the finest houses, if not the finest house, one could ever lay their eyes upon, located in the more calmer and less trespassed districts in the city centre of Vienna. Adolf looked up at it. He couldn’t recall the last time he had felt so low-class, and this, standing in front of an inanimate structure. He felt so puny standing before the Viennese, two-story, excessive city apartment, its prestige overwhelming the seemingly small man dressed in a plain everyday black suit and a navy-blue tie to go along with it, the fanciest he could find that was stuffed somewhere within his drawers, which complemented the colour of his eyes. His eyes were the only bodily feature he was personally quite fond of. Friends, family and others he had encountered would always remark about the magic and charm his eyes tend to conjure (interestingly enough this was mostly expressed by the female ratio). His shoes, also black, he had polished as best he could. He held his grey felt hat which20th of April4 days ago in Emotional More Like This
What does it mean to Love?"Immature love says: 'I love you because I need you.' Mature love says 'I need you because I love you.'" - Erich FrommWhat does it mean to Love?5 days ago in Emotional More Like This
Love is a word commonly used in relationships today. Does it really have meaning to it anymore? All the time I hear I love you from people who may have only been together for a few days to people who have been together over sixty-five years. The difference between that is the people who have been together sixty-five years probably truly understand and love each other while those who have been together a few days are probably saying it because it is the norm now. In today's society I love you is just as common as saying hi to someone. While it is great to tell the people you care for (especially the one who is truly the love of your life) I love you, it should have meaning and not said just to be said. Some people may say "I love you" all the time and actually mean it, but there are the people who just throw it out without thinking why they love that person. If you say
Million Dollar QuestionWhere is your home? God knows.Million Dollar Question5 days ago in Emotional More Like This
Querido DiarioQuerido Diario5 days ago in Emotional More Like This
"Querido Diario 5"
Querido Diario, ya ha pasado mas de un mes desde la última vez que escribí. Las cosas van bien por los momentos, la paso genial con la señora con quien estoy ahora y me trata como su hija, al menos eso me dijo el otro día. Sigo extrañando mucho a Chris, me siento sola cada vez que lo recuerdo, ya debería ser hora de buscar donde esta para poder verlo una vez mas. No sabes como lo extraño en estos momentos.
Querido Diario, lamento haber tardado tanto en escribir pero han sido tantos problemas que ya no tengo tiempo de nada, hace un día la gentil señora con quien algún tiempo falleció, la encontré en el piso del jardín y no respiraba, en estos momentos que me doy cuenta creo que a mama le paso lo mismo, pero fue porque alguien le hizo eso y fue papa, no soporto ver a mi al rededor estas cosas. Ahora estoy sola y no hay nadie que me ayude de ahora en adelante par
Dialogue: ThickerHe looks the same as always.Dialogue: Thicker5 days ago in Emotional More Like This
"I'm in love with you." He sees the look on my face and talks faster. "I'm in love with you, and-"
"Stop. Just please stop."
"Because you're not in love with me."
"Are you saying that I'm lying? I know this feeling. It's the same feeling I had for you two years ago, but stronger."
"I don't doubt that you're in love. But you're not in love with me."
"I know who you are. And I-"
"No, no, no. That's where you're wrong. You don't know anything about me."
"Your favorite color is blue-"
"Your favorite singer is Taylor Swift-"
"Your favorite subject is biology-"
"Also wrong. My favorite color is purple, I'm not into Taylor Swift anymore, and I hate biology. But that's not important."
"Then what is?"
"I am not the girl you fell in love with two years ago. She's who you love, but she's dead."
"Just because you don't like Taylor Swift anymore doesn't mean you're different. And I get that you've changed, but-"
"So you can't love me, bec
Paper boats and Disappearing LightsI looked around for something to busy my rest-less hands as I sat therePaper boats and Disappearing Lights5 days ago in Emotional More Like This
helpless watching him forget everything and everyone like pale waves that had departed from their own golden shores.Once and for forever.They were never to come back He was never to remember.
As I sat there lost in thought (only subconsciously) my conscious half was getting bored. I found a bundle of soft tissues by his bed side. I decided I would make origami airplanes.
But then I began thinking about deaths. ( I think my subconscious side knocked this one in ) The most hurtful and unforgiving are the ones never expected; neither by the victim or his loved ones. They leave a space a hollow somewhere inside them.About half of these deaths occur in airplanes.
I didn't want to build something that stole lives
So I decided to make boats instead as I watched him shift more indecisively than uncomfortably, between two dimensions. A third dimension had made its place between him and his life. I did exist i
Blanket fortSometimes I just want to disappearBlanket fort6 days ago in Emotional More Like This
To start again, all over, re-invent myself
I have the urge to hide, not to talk, I fucking hate my voice
I have such little confidence in it, I can barely get a sentence out sometimes
And yet, that's what I've chosen to do for a living
What the fuck was I ever thinking
You must know, every word I utter is an effort
Every sentence I put together an absolute miracle
I wish sometimes I could go back to where photography spoke for me
Where my ideas and struggles were carefully thought out
Flying from the seat of my pants is taking all my energy
I'm going to buy bunk beds with my ill gotten funds and build a blanket fort