Cearta zilelorAzi si-au dat intalnire zilele trecute si cele viitoare. M-au luat toate la intrebari. M-au zapacit. Zilele viitoare vor sa afle daca mai vii. Cele trecute daca mai stiu. Cele de maine sunt curioase sa le dezvalui cum o sa fie, iar cele de ieri musca din carne, taie in epiderma si zbiara cat le tin plamanii: nu vor sa ma lase sa uit. Eu le privesc buimaca si as vrea sa stiu cand a inceput, cand s-a terminat, ce a inceput si mai ales daca a fost ceva.Cearta zilelor6 years ago in Academic Essays More Like This
Clipele trecute au inceput sa inteleaga faptul ca lucrurile sunt bune doar la inceput, iar momentele din tabara adversa sunt inca imature, infloresc zilnic alte idei cu alt parfum.
Trecutul si viitorul se iau la cearta, isi arunca reprosuri, Maine ii spune lui Ieri ca din cauza lui nu e fericit, iar eu stau si privesc, simtindu-ma vinovata.
Razboiul vesnic dintre secventele vietii trecute si celei viitoare nu iarta pe nimeni. Copilul plange, preadolescentul se lamenteaza, adolescentul e depresiv. Maturul sta retras si zambeste, inca nu isi
The Third RuleI had always been mature. More intellectual than the average person. I could talk and walk before I'd even reached six months. By one, I was colouring in the lines, I was writing words. I could read by the time I was two, and I never looked back; reading became my life. I knew who I was and who I was going to be by the time I was ten. And when I was eleven years old, I made rules for myself that I planned on following for the rest of my life. (In order of importance, of course.)The Third Rule3 years ago in Romance More Like This
First, I would never let anything get in the way of what I wanted.
Second, I am smart enough to figure out anything, and nothing should ever convince me otherwise.
And last, I would never let my emotions rule me. Ever.
Those were everything I'd stood for, everything that I'd believed in and followed for the five years after.
And then I signed up for a reality show.
It was supposed to be a five-star resort. It was most definitely NOT a five-star resort. This place would be lucky to get zero stars. It was even wo
Cigarettes and tuxedosScutura tigara si vino langa mine. În acest moment arătăm amândoi perfect. Tu poate arati chiar mai bine decat oricine din locul asta obosit. Mereu am adorat sa te vad imbracat asa, in costumul tau de un negru perfect. Inalt si impunator, mai frumos decat ii este oricui permis. Contrastezi cu restul barbatilor - niste ratati care nu iti ajung nici la degetul mic. Ai ajuns in sfarsit langa umerii mei goi..ador modul in care rochia-mi alba, lunga si simpla iti completeaza imaginea. Ma obsedezi. Sunt dependenta de tine si de tigara ta. Fumul ala ma tine in viata. Imi place atât de mult cand imi cuprinzi talia cu mana, ma simt a ta şi-mi dai speranţa ca nimeni nu o sa te ia de langa mine. Priveste cum se uita adunatura asta de nimicuri la noi atunci cand iti treci mana prin buclele mele. Ma simt mandra de mine, imi hranesc vanitatea. Toti stiu ca esti al meu, dar nu stiu cat am luptat pentru noi. Si nici cat m-am zbatut pentru tine. Si nici cat de dificilCigarettes and tuxedos6 years ago in Teen More Like This
Of Gestures and Assumptions [PiriFran]It was a sunny day out when Francis Bonnefoy, the personification of France, has decided to pay his Spanish friend a visit. See, it has been awhile since they had last seen each other due to the countless things they need to attend to. If memory served him right, the last time he visited Antonio was when Gilbert and himself went off to see the island nation he found in Asia, Las Islas Filipinas.Of Gestures and Assumptions [PiriFran]2 years ago in Humor More Like This
Ah yes, that time he couldn't look at Antonio straight in the eye because he was bragging like a five year old and it was pissing him off a little and he was somewhat envious of the new colony he has gained. Well, he did mention that the little nation was a slightly like Feliciano Vargas, the northern half of Italy. That prospect simply made him all the more jealous. The lucky bastard, he though then. Though unlikely, he was skeptical and thought that Antonio was lying just to make them jealous.
All the more, when he actually met the little colony, he concluded that Spain was lying. The
to become a writer.parents divorce before you can talk.to become a writer.2 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
write about it
like you don't care.
try to mean it.
go through months
of shitty pity-leaking almost-poems
before you get one
that actually makes someone feel
say that it was all a mistake.
only feel like a writer
when you're insecure.
fall in love
with someone. anyone.
that's it's just for fun. just for being
actually love the hell out of them.
mess it up.
write about it.
smoke 2-5 cigarettes every day,
but with the hopes
of saving your lungs for running
(a metaphor? another rule: never tell)
and drink and drink and drink
until you have the courage
to call up ex boyfriends
or lovers or dead friends
to say that you miss them.
write about that-
like you don't care.
everyone knows that you care.
write about that.
For Old Time's Sake, Chapter 8"I don't think I can do this much longer, Ferb," Phineas murmured to his brother. School had been in for three weeks; the boys were sitting against the tree in the backyard, relaxing in the sun. Ferb's hand rested on Phineas's, his fingers curled downward.For Old Time's Sake, Chapter 84 years ago in Introductions & Chapters More Like This
"Do what, Phin?" his brother asked softly.
"This. Us." Ferb flinched and started to pull his hand away. "I mean, the secrecy!" The older boy grasped the younger's hand and held on tightly. "I'm terrible at keeping secrets, you know that. I'm constantly paranoid I'm going to give us away. Maybe... I don't know, maybe it's time."
Ferb chuckled. "It's been nearly a month now," he said, sobering. "Do you think it's worth it?"
"Worth the chaos. Worth the secrecy. Either. I'm saying that breaking up is still an option, if it gets to be too much."
Phineas paused for a moment. "...No," he said with finality, and Ferb's heart started beating again. "No. Of course it's worth it." He didn't have to add that he was thinking: "Of co
TDI: It Started At the Mall...Total Drama Island/Action: It Started At the Mall...(Part 1)TDI: It Started At the Mall...5 years ago in Fan Fiction More Like This
"Haha, excuzee me?" Cody asked, holding a hand to his ear and letting out a chuckle after hearing what Duncan's ultimate fear was. "I didn't quite get that."
That was a lie; every one of the fellow Total Drama Island campers had heard the confession loud and clear. Duncan, the so called "Bad Boy", juvenile delinquent of the show was afraid of Celine Dion music store standees! Even Sadie's and Lindsay's phobias of having bad hair cuts were higher on the fear meter than that!
"Dude, did you say Celine Dion music store standees?" Trent didn't bother to hide the amused smirk on his face. Could this be for real? There was no way someone like Duncan could be afraid of some cardboard cutouts.
However, the fact that Duncan was hiding his face behind his hands in pure terror begged to differ.
"Whoa, I don't believe it." Gwen said trying to hold back a laugh.
"Shut up!" Duncan growled, giving each person the evil eye. Jeez,
NIL:30 Kisses - Where MistakesTitle: Where Mistakes EndNIL:30 Kisses - Where Mistakes6 years ago in Fan Fiction More Like This
Fandom: Total Drama Island
Theme: #26-If only I could make you mine
Summary: Neither expected it to happen, so of course it did.
Disclaimer: I own none of the rights to these characters; theyre just puppets for my over-active imagination.
Warnings: Slash, mentions of sex
Authors Notes: Originally started as a plot bunny that grew into this little ficlet.
As the number of losers began to increase at Playa des Losers it seemed to become more obvious that friendships were easier to form here then when they were competing against each other at Camp Wawanakwa. One such example of this would be with Noah and Cody. Despite barely even acknowledging each other when they were both still on the show, not including a certain kiss during the Awake-a-thon, by the time Cody had been at the resort for a g
Trapped Confession: AlejandroChris had told the contestants that they would be going for their challenge for this day's episode in an hour, giving them all enough time to have team meetings, preparations, and last minute confessionals. It was a last minute confessional that Alejandro had chosen to take advantage of; any chance to get away from his team of "useless idiots" was fine by him. He opened the bathroom confessional and strode in with his usual calm, cool poise. He closed the door behind him and sat down on the toilet seat, looking into the ever running camera. The camera buzzed to life and began its recording of the handsome Hispanic before it. "Ah, DJ will be missed he was a most excellent candidate for an alliance member. Alas, with no merging of teams in sight or him being allowed to join my team It's for the best," Alejandro smirked proudly, showing the camera his white teeth as he sat with his back to the wall in relaxing.Trapped Confession: Alejandro4 years ago in Fan Fiction More Like This
"So now with one team out, I can focus my " Alejandro shudder
.you are dead and buried.2 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
six feet under yourself,
still feeling the way you did
when you were seventeen
and when you bathe, you still
keep your head under the
water, wrists upturned, red
eyes open, trying to drown yourself
First Time Around: JapanxReader ~IIIFirst Time Around: JapanxReader ~III3 years ago in Introductions & Chapters More Like This
Standing in front of the cork board,you smiled through and through.
On the cork board was where the sales ranking were posted. Your eyes scanned around and found the rankings for the Literature Department.
The one in first place was: '1."The moon that houses the box" by Peter Kirkland.
Second place was: '2."Cross roads we are fated to meet" by Kaoru.
Third place was: '3."Opera of Austria" by Roderich Edelstein
Fourth was: '4."Big Brother and we" by Iryna & Natalya Arlovskaya
Your smile became bigger because all of those writers were in the top five and you were the one responsible for them. Meaning you were their literary editor.
"Yes! All the books I worked on are best sellers!",you smiled and picked up two of those books. "Like this one and this one All my hard work paid off!!!",you cheered and hugged the books close to you.
You closed your eyes for a second and when you opened them again,you saw that you were holding two manga
I'm on the train of lifeI'm on the train of life,I'm on the train of life5 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
I'm going forward,
Each day thinking of you,
Each day wanting you next to me,
One more bump,
Does the train,
The lights are out,
But I know you're there,
Somewhere in this darkness,
You are present,
Breathing the same air,
Looking at the stars,
This is enough for me,
I don't need to see you,
I don't need to smell you,
I don't need to touch you,
Big fat lie!
I wish it was that way,
But it isn't,
I just wished I was with you right now,
I just wished we were together.
Dear Little AliceWelcome to the placeDear Little Alice4 years ago in Traditional Fixed Forms More Like This
Where nothing's what it seems,
It only bears resemblance
To where you've been in dreams.
Where the queen is white,
Where the queen is red,
Where half cups are full
You could lose your head.
Where the big is small
And where the less is more;
When the rise's a fall
You've the key to the door.
But eat me, and drink me,
Shut your eyes, count to ten;
Widen me, and shrink me,
Now, are you asleep then?
Fear us not, little Alice.
Despite no memory of me,
My heart, it holds no malice;
I have come to set you free.
We're in war, at your side,
You must be the one to fight;
To remember, to decide,
To go back and face your fright.
For this, our land of wonder,
Is but all inside your head;
It's the land of down under
You escaped from what you dread;
Your heart must start to ponder
What the words are to be said.
Which route to take,
Which path to follow;
It's your choice, Alice,
To be whole or be hollow.
You must return now,
Home, be on your way...
Carry with you the vow
To live o
To Girls Who Love to blame Boys for Your Problems,Dear Girls,To Girls Who Love to blame Boys for Your Problems,1 year ago in Letters More Like This
Please stop playing the victim.
Boys are not always the cause of your problems, chances are, you are. You just refuse to acknowledge it.
The more you blame them, the more bitter and spiteful you will become. Stop destroying yourself from the inside because you cannot take responsibility for the mess you've created.
Stop playing the victim. Get up and do something about it. Crying won't help, nor will hating the opposite sex.
If you're tired of being called a slut because you love breaking hearts, than stop sleeping around. If you're tired of being called a bitch, than stop treating boys like shit. If you're tired of being treated as an object, gain some self-esteem. If you're tired of starving yourself because of a break up, that's your problem. We told you to eat, but you won't listen. You only blame it one him, but who destroyed the relationship in the first place?
Whither away like the twig you are if it makes you feel better.
Problems are problems, they all have solutio
The Doctor is in Part 1BEEP! BEEP! BEEP! BEEP!The Doctor is in Part 16 years ago in Erotic More Like This
The alarm clock blinked 9:00 in bold, red letters. Cody groaned, his head face-down into a pillow. He slowly rised his hand and hit the snooze button. Cody turned to his side as the sun's rays shined on is face. He started to sit up on his unmade bed and stretched out his arms, yawning. What happened last night? He thought to himself. Did I go out? I think I did. I don't remember cooking dinner last night.. Oh yeah! I went out with that red-head, Trixie! But I think I'm forgetting something.... Cody's hang-over was really getting to him.
He looked around his messy room. Candy bar wrappers, crushed beer cans, empty bags of BBQ chips;(A/N: The king of all chip flavors ;D) Man, his place was trashed. Cody stood up and walked over to his vanity mirror on the dresser. His hair was unkempt, his face was dirty and he smelt like last week's Fish of the Day. Okay, I'
sunflowersthey smile at the sunsunflowers1 year ago in Haiku & Eastern More Like This
petals opening like arms reaching
for more light
Living in WonderlandEveryone has heard the story of Alice in Wonderland. The one about the little girl who follows a white rabbit down a rabbit hole only to end up in a backwards world somewhat parallel to our own. It's a rather odd story, but the idea is genius if you can read it deep enough.Living in Wonderland8 years ago in General Fiction More Like This
However, nobody would ever guess that Wonderland was a real place. No, I'm not mad. I am being perfectly serious here. Wonderland is as real a place as, oh say, Europe or South America. Do you want to know where it is?
Take a look around you. Yes, that's right. I'm telling you that you live in Wonderland. Think about it. There are people around you who are just like the certain characters from the book. The Duchess, the Queen of Hearts, the Cheshire Cat, the Mad Hatter and March Hare…They're all around you, if you pay attention.
Oh, I'm sorry, I haven't introduced myself yet. My name is Cheri (the CH is soft, by the way) Avelcroft. I'm seventeen years of age, living in my own Wonderland. What do I look like? Well, I
15 rainbowrainbow bracelets15 rainbow3 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
decorate her arm
hiding the scars
from years of self harm
clad in rainbow
from head to toe
he's not afraid
to let them know
we smile and march
with our rainbow pride
fighting for those
who still have to hide
More fun to be hadThe light pitter patter of rain on the roof of the Curtis house was all that could be heard, but that was what the lone occupant of the living room liked. When the rest of the gang except for Pony and maybe Johnny, was there, there was always a ruckus of some kind going on. When the oldest Curtis was all alone, he didn't need the loud distraction that was the TV, didn't need music or anything, just his paper.More fun to be had4 years ago in Romance More Like This
Hearing the front gate squeak, he almost cringed at the thought of his calm bubble being punctured. When Johnny walked in, looking slightly like a drowned puppy, that thought was pushed right out of his head. Getting up, he went and got him a towel.
"Johnny, what were you doing out in this weather?" Darry said, coming back and handing said towel to the young greaser.
Johnny took it, not really looking up.
"Johnnycakes?" Darry said softly, lifting the young mans chin with two fingers making him look at him.
When Johnny's face was tilted u