UnconditionalLove is doing anything for that one person's happiness, including accepting that that person may be with someone else.Unconditional6 years ago in General Non-Fiction More Like This
"The greatest act of love is sacrifice," to sacrifice your happiness for the sake of someone else's that you truly love. To live with your feelings and accept them for what they are, to live with them but to never get to act on them, knowing that you want to, but being okay with never doing so, because if it hurt them in any way or made them unhappy it just wouldn't be worth it.
Hearts break, hearts shatter, some hearts never get repaired again, some hearts never get to be whole again and it hurts. It hurts more than anything you've ever been through put together, but knowing that that person is unhappy or not as happy as they could be, as they deserve to be, to see that, that breaks your heart so much more.
Because that smile, that laugh, their heart and what that heart wants, are the most important things in the world. You would never get in the way of those t
GetOverYourselfYouNarcissistI'm not someGetOverYourselfYouNarcissist5 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
You can place by your side.
I'm a living, breathing person
With my own thoughts
None of which
I'm not there to please you,
To bow to your every whim.
I've got my ideas
Of how to have friends.
None of which
I'm not from your
And I'm not gonna
Say I'm sorry
Nothing to apologize for.
...You egotistical twat.
Get rid of your God complex
And then we'll talk.
Ungrateful FriendshipUngrateful Friendship5 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
I won't cry
I'll be fine
It's not a lie
And I keep forcing these lines
Into this shattered mind of mine
Is this friendship a lie?
I cared about your feelings...
When did you ever care for mine?
When did you ever ask what went through my mind?
When were you there when i needed a shoulder to cry!?
Never. That's what it seems like...
Now that you have hurt this heart of mine
No tear will fall down these cold dry eyes.
What kind of friend are you!?
Making me want to die...
Making me feel like... slithing my wrists, into slices.
Making me want no more of this ungrateful life!
No pitty from you is desired.
It's unwanted. And so am I...
So when I'm needed,
Whenever your life falls apart
I will not be by your side.
Not in this life;
I will be
nowhere to be seen.
But perhaps I'll be here
in the afterlife we will live in
If all this hurt and anguish have left from within me- by then.
Of Innocence and IndecencyHis smile tasted like sour candiesOf Innocence and Indecency5 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
and his eyes reminded her
of broken dolls and beheaded toys.
His hands felt like snakes,
coiled around her porcelain thighs like ropes
and his breath reminded her of rotting leftovers.
she was only a child
(but not for long
NostalgiaNostalgia5 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
Is it wrong that I still miss you,
After everything you did?
Even with your worst intentions,
How can I find it in myself to forgive?
Is it wrong that I still close my eyes,
And pretend that everything's the same?
Yes, yes it is a sin.
Is it wrong that I remember,
Every single moment in your embrace?
I feel you like a phantom, still clinging around my waist.
Is it wrong that I still cherish,
The fragrant scent of orchids you left behind?
Even though I know it fades further away...
Nothing has changed, this I want to believe,
My reality is as frozen as these photographs,
My memories betray me, poetic, like words of an epitaph,
Recalling simply, as it never was.
Everything gone, but the taste,
Of your brackish kiss upon my longing lips,
Sealed with uncertainty, and broken by this:
The blossoms wilted long ago,
Feeling was but an illusion,
Their scent was but a dream,
And the taste was but a fantasy.
If somehow this was true,
Then it most certainly did not come from
In The RainIn The Rain4 years ago in Short Stories More Like This
Dean couldn't take it any more. He was sick of the whole damn mess sick of hearing Sam's screams, sick of the furtive little glances Bobby and Cas kept shooting at him, sick of feeling helpless and scared and lost.
Finally, after Bobby asked him if he was OK for the fifth time in as many minutes, Dean snapped, slamming his beer down onto the counter.
"I'm fine, goddammit! Stop asking if I'm freaking OK, I'm OK!"
The silence that followed this outburst was somehow even worse than the unspoken tension which had filled the room before. Bobby stared back at him reproachfully, and Dean immediately regretted his words but he was damned if he was going to apologise.
Feeling the sudden need to be anywhere but here, Dean turned away and headed for the door.
"Where are you going?" Bobby asked quietly.
"Out." Replied Dean shortly. "I just I need some air." He walked out of the room as quickly as he could, feeling Cas' gaze on the back of his neck. He grabbed the beer as he went
Who Are You?Who Are You?6 years ago in Philosophical More Like This
We are constantly deciding who we are in our lives. We are always evolving. Who I am today may not be who I am five years from now, next year, or even tomorrow. We always have a choice of who we are in everything that happens. Who are you in regards to your body, to your soul, to your family, your friends, the drug user down the street, the priest at your church, to your pet dog, to the price of gasoline, the new iPod your Uncle Bob got you, to world strife and hunger, and every other aspect of this life?
You always have a choice in every moment of your existence, a choice of who you choose to be in regards to every Now moment. Remember that the past is in the past, the future is yet to come, so the only moment that matters is right now. So who are you right now-? And whom do you choose to be? Do you like where you are at and what's going on? Do you like who you ar
The Longest Walk HomeCastiel watched the man with perplexed contemplation. In spite of all they had said or done to each other, all the trappings of life that had brought Dean to him in the land of monster souls the hunter still wanted Castiel by his side. It was a curiosity of the human condition, and Dean's temperament in particular, that hatred passed into forgiveness and back full circle to passionate care.The Longest Walk Home3 years ago in General Fiction More Like This
His face was worn bloody with cuts and etchings of sleepless months bore dark hollows around his eyes. Lines that couldn't hide the sincerity behind his need folded into the worn smile Castiel had grown to love.
I need you, I'm not leaving without you, I fought my way to get to you and I'm taking us home
Castiel could feel the sincerity in his sentiment though he doubted Dean himself noticed the truth behind his words. Castiel would not leave this place of that much he was sure. He would repent for all the terror and pain he'd caused, however Dean was and would always play a part in his peni
AXE - Destiel AU 16AXE - Destiel AUAXE - Destiel AU 164 years ago in Romance More Like This
I own nothing but my fantasies.
Introductions in order a while later, Sam fixing so that Zach, Joseph, Carl, Marcus, Tom, Luke and the fainting Albert all had a place to sit, they then started sharing experiences and thoughts on what might happen next or at least what was most likely to happen next. The longer they talked the more Dean could relax and be sure their guests weren't going to do anything, they looked and acted quite harmless as Sam had said. It rather seemed like they enjoyed this situation they'd ended up in, excitement seeping through when they discussed how to best set up wards or where these wards were most effective in a house that size. Not to mention how excited they got when Sam let them have a look in the old hunter-book.
It clearly seemed as if they liked the idea of finally putting their knowledge to use and their help being needed for the sake of something as impressing as a real angel. Dean caught them staring at Castiel in cur
No Fair - ch.9 +boy love+Chapter nineNo Fair - ch.9 +boy love+6 years ago in General Fiction More Like This
I couldnt believe how lost I was in the subtle bliss. Nothing seemed to change after the hospital bit, and if they did, it was for the better. Aarons hand never left mine, and I never shook in his embrace despite the shivering of anticipation. Both of us were cured of our past curses, and I couldnt thank them more for all they had done. If not for them, I would be sick of this world.
Time still passed by silently, and we were lost in the worlds of our eyes. Aaron lost the bandages and stitches, lost his hate and every desire for the drugs that before numbed his mind of that hate. I was proud of him, hed grown. I guessed that I had grown as well, though. More so, I had hoped. The stings in my chest were no longer of pain or grief, but the stereotypical sensing of a storm that my Native American blood bestowed upon me.
I remember looking at Aaron and realizing how much we had changed. His Mohawk had grown out, now thrown to the sid
Castiel's SightCastiel didn't see Dean until he fell. He'd seen the molecules of life jittering in and out of existence. He saw the fire of the soul that burned within like a great golden flame. He saw the beauty of design and the providence of millions of years evolution in his make up.Castiel's Sight3 years ago in General Fiction More Like This
But as Castiel's grace diminished and heavens sight was stripped from him he saw Dean's hands. And how they would shake with fear, with liquor poisoning and with pain. He heard the rough candour of Dean's voice as it brushed over his eardrums. As it called his name not over the silver tones of prayer but quantified in the night air, over meals and car seats. He felt Deans skin soft, mottled with scars and viciously alive along his palm.
After his grace was revived, along with his life, Castiel pressed his fingers to Dean's broken body and healed him without a seconds thought heaven's light flowing through every inch of him once more. In spite of this when Dean's freshly healed face looked up at him Castiel saw him,
Hunter's ChoiceA drunk staggered out of the bar. His eyes squinted in concentration as he attempted to make a weaving route down the sidewalk, unaware of a shadow following him closely behind. Adelaide smirked. This was easy. Candy from a baby. She continued after him, silently. He wasn't going to be the finest catch, yet it was the best she could do. She hadn't eaten anything since that twat of a vampire, and she was weak. A drunk was all she could catch, any sober man could easily overpower her. She glanced behind her. They were reasonably far away from the bar. Now was her time to strike.Hunter's Choice5 years ago in Fan Fiction More Like This
She stepped from the shadows. I'm gonna hate myself forever for doing this... But I'm too hungry. "Hey there!" The man turned and she winked at him, "I saw you in the bar earlier. You look like a man that knows how to handle a woman."
The man smiled drunk
IntensityIt starts with a look,Intensity3 years ago in Songs & Lyrics More Like This
Followed by a kiss
Eyes upon eyes,
Lips upon lips
Lost in a moment, of our intensity
Each of us begins to touch,
We feel it in our souls
It can never happen enough,
And we are never letting go
Lost in the moment, in our intensity
Lost in forever, like stars always shining
We begin to feel...!
A little less than real...!
Sparks are flying,
We are climbing,
Higher and higher still...!
Can you imagine what it means,
To be combined, but be so free...?
Lost in a moment,
Of our intensity...
Hands tangled in hair,
Of each other, so aware
And it wouldn't matter if they caught us,
I don't think either of us cares...
So lost in the moment, in our intensity
We begin to smile,
It's forged by the love we bear
It cannot be denied,
As the world becomes so scarce,
In the middle of broad daylight...
We are the only ones there
We begin to feel...!
A little less than real...!
Sparks are flying,
We are climbing,
Higher and higher still...!
Can you imagine what it means,
To be combin
Can't we just pretend?Can't we just pretend?Can't we just pretend?3 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
That we're all just okay?
Can't we just pretend?
That we don't all just fake it?
Can't we act?
Like actresses on stage?
Or like this is all a dream?
And soon we'll wake up and it'll be okay?
Do we really have to talk about the bad?
I want to see the good...
Or just imagine it
I need a brand new world
A fresh start
Can't we just pretend?
That life never happened?
Can't we just pretend?
That this isn't the end
String of Fate Chapter 2String of Fate Chapter 24 years ago in Introductions & Chapters More Like This
Going to school at six in the morning to make it to class at eight in the morning was a bit much for Justin. The bus sat in a traffic standstill for a good twenty minutes because of a traffic accident, and finally arrived at the school five minutes before class was officially starting. The principal was a bit rude, tossing his schedule at him and pushing him out the door as he led him to his first class. He followed him into the classroom and was shoved to the front. "This is Justin Boliviar. He just moved here from Oregon and will be joining you for the rest of the year. I don't want to hear of anyone bullying him or teasing him," the balding man stated, turning and walking out without another word.
The teacher pointed to the back of the classroom at an empty desk without a word, Justin nodding and rushing to it, sitting in his seat and glancing around. Originally, he was afraid he was going to have to ignore people and avoid them so he didn't have any attention on him. But at first g
PPG and RRB fictionChapter1PPG and RRB fiction6 years ago in General Fiction More Like This
It was quiet in townsville maybe because everyone in the city was planning their summer get away vacation well almost everyone in the city except 3 kids and they were Blossom, Brick, and Cody Amidais. Now why would the leader of the Power Puff s, the leader of the Rowdy Ruff Boys and the adopted son and pupil of Samurai Jack not be planning their summer get away well it started this morning at the Utonium residense
"You Heard me Blossom! Due to you and Brick's Behavoir I can not trust you to go to hawaii with us seeing that the RRB Are joining us with their adopted mother Miss Keane. SO! Instead you and Brick are going to stay in this house, House sitting" Blossom couldn't believe her ears she had plan to go Hawaii since last week. Cody called the professor to tell him he would help out, Even though he just moved here about a month ago. Buttercup felt bad for her sister though. but they did do some major damage not only to Townsville but
:Forbidden- Ch 9::Forbidden- Ch 9:3 years ago in Romance More Like This
"What's going on?" AJ asked, an eyebrow rising in confusion. "Why are we going to Cain's? I thought you and Talen"
"I want to get him back," I interrupted, putting my hands to my temples and rubbing slowly. "I realized how much he meant to me when I left him."
"What were you doing for the past two weeks that kept you from calling or texting me? You could have at least told me you were okay!"
"Nothing," I laughed dryly and stared at my hands. "Literally."
"You don't know how worried I was. I'm serious."
I glanced over at AJ, his blue hair was disheveled and dark bags were under his eyes, making him look older than he really was by a few years. He looked like he hadn't slept in days.
"Why would you worry?"
"Because you're my best friend. I care about you, man."
I turned my head away, my eyes lowering and my cheeks turning a light shade of pink.
"W- Well," I stuttered. "You shouldn't."
"Yes. I definitely should," He laughed a bit, raising a
It's Hard to be a Brony (Song Parody)It's Hard to be a Brony (Parody of "Proud to be a Brony" by BlackGryph0n)It's Hard to be a Brony (Song Parody)3 years ago in Songs & Lyrics More Like This
On the 'Net if you would ask me what I watch in my spare time
No I probably wouldn't tell you what was really on my mind
'Cause lately I've been thinking that there's a reason I should hide
FiM causes tension in a minute, and it kinda hurts my pride
Why can't I search up Fluttershy without some creepy messed up porn
How can these artists draw this shit, and not expect a lot of scorn?
Why can't I search up Pinkie Pie without a link to someone's gallery of rule 34?
You see I used to like other fans of My Little Pony. Not any more.
It's hard to be a brony!
So many make me feel embarrassed by their attempts at their OCs
And though they tell me it's original, it doesn't look like it to me!
So for those who hate and call us faggots; could you please remember this:
There's as many rabids in our fandom, as those who hate that old game Myst
Why can't they see that Rainbow Dash doesn't have to turn out gay
And they will us
PPGZ vs DreamKing - DreamScapeBlossom, hes coming your way!!PPGZ vs DreamKing - DreamScape6 years ago in Fan Fiction More Like This
My name is Momoko Akatsutsumi, Im a regular 14 year old girl, with normal interests, such as boys and eating sweets. But besides that, I also have another identity Blossom from Powerpuff Girls Z!
A few years ago an iceberg appeared in Tokyo bay, and when it was sapped by chemical Z, white and black light came out of it, flying off to various places in the city. Those who was hit by the black light turned into monsters. Me and my two best friends, Miyako and Kaoru, was hit by the white light and became the Powerpuff Girls Z. Ever since, we have fought the monsters and keeping Tokyo City and the world safe.
Not to long ago, when we were fighting Mojo Jojo (a deranged monkey hit by the black light and now trying to take over the world), something weird happened.
When we finally beat him and flew towards the lab, out usual hangout, a mysterious light crossed the sky. We then thought it was a shooting star, bu
:Abiding.Solitude::Abiding.Solitude:3 years ago in Romance More Like This
He was always late, nowadays. Did he not care about me anymore? Was he really just out with his friends and losing track of time? I was his friend too wasn't I? Was he sick of me?
I ran a hand through my spiky, golden hair, as I stared out the window, waiting for my boyfriend. Or whatever he was. The less we saw each other, the more I doubted he wanted me. But when he pulled into the driveway, my heart leaped out of my chest, my deep, blue eyes widening with anxiety.
"Roxas?" The red-head called from the doorway as the door slammed shut behind him. "Sorry I'm late. My boss kept me longer than I expected because one of the new guys was having trouble fixing one of the cars."
"Hey, Axel," I greeted him, meekly, as he walked into the living room.
Axel collapsed on the chair across from me and exhaled with exhaustion. I glanced at the open seat next to me on the couch and tilted my he
Filling in a Blank PageFilling in a Blank PageFilling in a Blank Page3 years ago in Visual & Found Poetry More Like This
Sometimes I just don't know what to write.
I just sit there, staring at a blank document.
I cant just write the first thing that comes to my head.
And I cant not write it in case I forget what I said.
Naturally my mind reverts to some sort of rhyme.
Unintentionally I end up using this technique nearly all the time.
I am weary of how people view my work.
As sad as it seems I just want to be liked.
This started off as an untold, personal activity.
That exposed my feelings and displayed my fragility.
Now I'm letting strangers read the scriptures woven in to my heart.
Allowing you to understand who and what I really am.
I guess I'm trying to make something of myself.
And although I would like it, its not for a self righteous and satisfying wealth.
I just don't want to be another name on a grave stone.
But I don't think my work is worthy enough for anyone to purchase and take home.
This may seem informal and unprofessional.
But this is actually completely
When The Wax Melts-For RJL7983"Build me a set of wings,When The Wax Melts-For RJL79833 years ago in Short Stories More Like This
out of your finest wax and string,
add the birds' outermost feathers,
make the straps with good leather.
Using string of ebony black,
sew the wings to his back,
Cast him off into the sky,
smile as he plummets and dies."
The girl's voice reaches out and caresses each note of the song, as she runs her fingers through the flames.
"Build me a set of wings" She hums and reaches in through the fire, scooping up a handful of the still hot and gooey wax, molding it in her fingers. Gently she pushes and presses the wax, and it begins to take shape.
"Out of your finest wax and string" Her voice a steady rhythm as the shears come out. She rummages through the cupboards, searching for the twine.
"This'll do." She mumbles, pulling out a foot long piece of cord and beginning to intricately weave it through the soft wax.
"Add the birds' outermost feathers" She sings to fill the silence, then dances over to the cages on the earthen wall. Still humming, she