Liberty and Justice for AllLove is defined as affection towards another person. This definition does not limit this powerful emotion to just a man and a woman. Of course there are many types of love, such as that of a parent towards a child, or a good friendship, but focus on romantic love. The constitution does not say that love must be confined to a man and a woman either. Yet we as the United States of America still leave it up to states to allow or ban two people of the same sex to become legally married. Some religions believe that homosexuals will go to hell, and some people believe that the planet should be ridden of this filth. Is it wrong to love? Government limits love, religion limits love, and intolerant people limit love, and we must all put up with the hate thrown at us until we can stand up for what is right.Liberty and Justice for All5 years ago in Editorial More Like This
The United States government allows discrimination even though we have the pursuit of happiness. They
The Loss of a SonThe Loss of a Son8 months ago in Flash Fiction & Vignettes More Like This
He was but a boy, young and carefree. He was beautiful, too, with raven hair and forest-green eyes, milk-colored skin. He was smart, sure to be the top of his class. My sweet, darling boy, only a month away from his graduation.
I loved him dearly, even when he came to me, shame-faced, and said to me, “Mama, I like other boys.”
“I know,” I told him. “But I don’t love you any less.”
His face broke into relief, and he asked if I would like to meet his boyfriend. Of course I said I would.
Henry was charming, and I could tell he loved my son dearly; I was happy to see them happy.
But one night, Henry had to watch, face swollen and red with punches, as they forced themselves on my son. They called him a faggot, laughing when he cried, said it hurt. When he begged them to stop, they told him he brought it upon himself. He deserved rape for being gay.
And these boys cannot face prison, because the law does not care.
So, Henry and I visit my son’s
More to me than that.More to me than that.4 years ago in Letters More Like This
I don't like walnuts.
I have 2 cats. But I'm a dog person.
I like the color blue. But dislike lavender.
I have lots of books that I read.
I have no religion but wish to someday.
I like to sing and play piano.
Freddy Mercury is my celebrity hero.
I think it's okay to hang out with straight people.
But I feel uncomfortable changing in a locker room.
I try to see people for their soul and not for their looks.
I'm self conscious about my body and appearance.
Some techno annoys me beyond understanding.
I'm allergic to bug bites.
Part of me has gave up on love
but another part is hopeful that some day I'll find someone.
Sometimes I'm scared of the dark.
I don't like Cher or Britney Spears very much.
I like the quirky, the unusual, and the strange
I believe in ghosts and the spirit world.
I don't worship the devil.
I try and act tough most of the time.
Cottage cheese I find to be disgusting.
I love art and all kinds of music.
I like getting to know new people and share thoughts.
I sometimes l
To boot. Francis x Mother reader.To boot. Francis x Mother reader.11 months ago in Short Stories More Like This
There you were standing in the dark, cell phone to your ear, staring at a darkened house. It was 'her' house...that b***'s house, that cheaters house. Disgusting.
~Mon Ami i know you you are trying to cheer me up but i zink i just need to be alone for aw'ile.~
"NO FRANCIS!!!" you yelled into the device.
"I will not have you running around crying all because some Bitch ripped your heart out! i will not accept it because you have Matthew to look after!!! He's our son and i will not have you put that child through shit because you were a dumbass!!!"
You stood there huffing and puffing as you remembered what happened.
You and Francis had a thing when you two were in high school. Sadly when you two were thinking about marriage and starting a life together his parents came up with a arranged marriage deal. You knew he had no choice so you broke it off, you both were 23 at this time. After a couple months you found out you were pregnant.
You tried to keep it secret but that bitch M
England x Reader: Stormy WeatherShivering, you rushed down the sidewalk, eyes fixed on your shoes. You should have known better than to visit England without an umbrella; after all, the land was known for having a plethora of rain. But it was sunny earlier, you begrudgingly thought to yourself.England x Reader: Stormy Weather2 years ago in Short Stories More Like This
Finally, you stopped to catch your breath, panting as you glanced at your surroundings. Much to your horror, you couldn't recognize any of them, and to make matters worse, it was getting late. The sky, previously a light grey colour due to the storm, was now a shade of jet. Your (favourite colour) jacket no longer provided any warmth for you, droplets of water dripping from the sleeves.
"Excusez-moi, mademoiselle, but are you lost?" asked a concerned voice.
Startled, you looked up with wide (eye colour) eyes to see a man with wavy, blonde hair standing before you, a black umbrella protecting him from the downpour. His blue eyes looked worried, but being that he was a stranger, you couldn't help but instinctively
A Whole New Game- Chapter 5 -A Hunger Games StoryA Whole New Game- Chapter 5 -A Hunger Games Story2 years ago in Introductions & Chapters More Like This
Chapter 5: Sparks
I lay on the firm ground and stare up at the twinkling stars. Just think Eleanor, by this time tomorrow we will have killed 12, and without her we won't be needing Lover Boy anymore, so we can kill him too. Tomorrow is going to be a fun day. But until then you should get your beauty rest. Not that you need it.
I shift uncomfortably on the hard ground. I glance over to see Marvel, Glimmer, Clove, and Lover Boy, all sleeping comfortably. I groan as yet another rock manages to prod me in the back.
"Can't sleep?" asks Cato, who had taken first watch.
"No," I reply, "I guess I'm just not used to it yet."
"Yeah," he replies blankly.
We sit in silence for a few minutes. I sit and stare at the fire, my eyes following the waves of radiation and heat. Cato sticks the end of his sword in the fire, making it red hot, before extinguishing it in the dirt with a wsss sound. After a few minutes of this, he speaks up.
"What's it like back in Four?" he
MonstersWhat do monsters look like? Are they fanged and pale? Do they hide under our beds and in our closets? No, the real monsters of this world are not vampires or werewolves. They are our peers. They kill us with words not with fangs. They hide in the very depths of our minds making us believe that we are imperfect, making us believe that we don't belong. When will a superhero come and dry our tears? When will a hero come and rescue us from such monsters? Never. The only way to stop this monster domination is kindness. Whenever your peer says something mean and hurtful to you be a hero and instead of saying something mean back like the monster lurking inside of you wants you to do, say something nice. Turn the other cheek. If you do that then it will spread like a wildfire killing all of the monsters around you within weeks.Monsters1 year ago in Emotional More Like This
Daughters of WinterFather gathered us together, the three daughters of winter. To the eldest, he gave the sword Bite. To the youngest he gave Keen. To me, he gave Chill. Our mother watched, her dark eyes fixed upon her fair-haired daughters, pale as the winter sun. We were snow and ice. It is difficult to love creatures so cold, but she tried. She tried to love us just as she tried to love our father and we saw this for what it was and answered in kind. Just as it is difficult to love the cold, the winter itself harbors no love in its heart. We are borne of starvation, the days when the deer strip the trees of bark in desperation and die with skin pulling furrows between the ribs and their eyes freeze and become like glass. We are borne of the cold that steals away breathe and life, and the human blood in our veins was not always enough to counter our natures.Daughters of Winter7 months ago in Short Stories More Like This
She wore furs, always, while we went about in whatever we cared to. Mother tried to teach us, her wild and pale daughters, of the ways of the sout
A nalu story chapter 12 Blizzard part 1A nalu story chapter 12 Blizzard part 11 year ago in Introductions & Chapters More Like This
A nalu story chapter 12
Blizzard part 1: There's a storm brewing
I woke up at 7:30, I looked out of my window to see snow falling ontop of us all. I want to go out in it with Natsu but i'm a little scared. You see last year he was ill for the whole of winter! He told me it was too cold for him since he was a fire dragon slayer so he couldn't go out in it. I got out of bed and put my winter outfit on, after I got changed I woke Natsu up.
Lucy: "Naatsuu... please wake up."
At that moment he pulled me in and hugged me tight, I guess he thought i was part of his dream, hey i'm not complaining alright! It was so warm and comfy so I just waited for him to wake up.
After 1 and a half hours
Natsu woke up at 9:00 am he looked at me and smiled, so I smiled back.
Natsu: "Luce what are you doing in your clothes?"
Lucy: "Well I wanted to go outside in the snow with you, is that alright?"
Natsu: "Yeah, it'll be great!"
Lucy: "What if you get a cold again?"
Everything Hidden By A SmileEverything Hidden By A Smile2 years ago in Emotional More Like This
A smile is but a simple mask in which we can use to tell people that everything is going to be okay. All I have to do is keep on smiling. I cannot show my weakness, no not now. I have put in way too much effort for me to blow off any of these chances now. But how long can I hold this mask on for. I will have to break eventually, nothing ever lasts. I dread what happens when my mask fails.
From the outside my life looks mostly good. There are some obvious improvements but I am still going well. This is great and all, but to me it is not enough. I don't know if it ever will be enough. I might be doing these things that I have only dreamed of, but still I don't have it all, but I want it, I want it all.
I want a job, is that too much to ask for in this world. You would think that it is a reasonable thing to ask. Then why must this be thing that I am constantly denied. I am nothing without a job. I am even reminded this all the time by those I live with. They say "you can live all the drea
Ever fallen in love?*Ever fallen in love?5 years ago in Philosophy & Perspectives More Like This
...with someone you shouldnt have fallen in love with?
I can feel you stirring again inside of me, like an itch Ive just scratched which bubbles away under my skin, not quite becoming fully fledged, but crying for attention; a childs painting left out in the rain to ruin. Is it love? or is it simply an obsession, burning away at my heart: eating and corroding my rationality until I feel I cannot bear it any longer, until I feel it consuming me, its long amber tongue flickering and smouldering as it wraps itself around my heart, constricting, squeezing, making me gasp for the air we breathe together.
I long to touch you, hold you close to me and feel your heart beat quicken, entwining with the rhythm of my own. Insecurity laces my tongue, holding me back as I see you now through the eyes of a lover, uncontested perfection. You walk past me, looking at me as a knight would a beggar, seeing only rags and melancholic asp
The TreeThis is a story for anyone who is confused and hurt. EnjoyThe Tree2 years ago in Short Stories More Like This
The girl ran crying, another fight with her parents. She desperately wanted them to understand. Why couldn't they, she fled deeper into the woods. Her body shaking and tired, her mind a swirl with thoughts. Soon she came to a clearing, a large golden oak stood before her. She sat down, curling up and sobbing. "I'm no girl, why can't they see?" she spoke tears pouring down her face. She or He was very sad, no one understood. "Why do you cry young one?" a melodious voice rang out. The youngster looked up, "Who or what?" she spoke. "I am the Tree of Life, and you young one what ails you?" the voice spoke. The young girl dried her tears and answered. "I was born a girl, but I know I am a boy and gay." she spoke with certainty in her voice. " I just want to be the real me." with that she dropped to her knees and sobbed. "Poor little human, you are right and I will fix this problem." with that a golden mist fell u
The PassionThe Passion3 years ago in Short Stories More Like This
Sitting with my dad in our big glass tent drinking coffee, is a usual routine in my life. I started the conversation by saying: "Dad, I'm passionate about birds, I really want to own one ". He looked at my face but it wasn't just a look, he was staring at all the details in my face and said: "let me tell you about your father's passion."
The story of my passion started since I was a teenager. I couldn't think of anything but falcons and hunting, it was moving in my veins with my blood. Mentioning the word hunting at that time could make me fly in my own world so proudly like a falcon brave and strong free as a king in his sky, but my fictional falcon had to deal with a lot of obstacles. Maybe the sky wasn't so clean and there was a hug black cloud that stood in my falcons face. It was my father he used to be so stubborn. He encountered me all the time. You're grandfather did not trust my ability in hunting. I tried a lot to show him that I'm a tough man and I can handle everything, but
CrossroadsThe sent of burning wood washes over me, the air is cold and thick and envelops me like a shroud. The quiet here is deep and searching.Crossroads5 years ago in Short Stories More Like This
I stand at a crossroads. Behind me stands my past. Before me, my future beckons through inky darkness. My feet are bare and I can see that the road before me is treacherous with broken glass that reflect my fears like a thousand mirrors warping my reflection. The path stretches into the darkness. It could lead to a cliff for all I know. I am blind and afraid.
Her voice wings through the darkness, Her breath fans my cheek. "Do you have what it takes?" She asks. My heart thunders in my ears like frenzied drums, cold sweat dances down my temples. I hesitate. "You've come far child, you've learned to fight, you've learned true sacrifice but what about surrender? Can you surrender yourself completely to death in the hopes to find true life? Can you take the risk? Can you risk love and loss to become your true self? Can you breathe the waters of my mysteries
Alones Aqua Timezoreta awai tsubasa kimi wa sukoshi aosugiru sora ni tsukareta dake saAlones Aqua Timez7 years ago in Fantasy More Like This
mou dareka no tame janakute jibun no tame ni waratte ii yo
izentoshite shinobiyoru kodoku uchigawa ni tomoru rousoku
nigiwau PAATI gouka na SHANDERIA to wa urahara ni
tarinai kotoba no kubomi o nande umetaraiin darou
mou wakaranai ya..
semete yume no naka de jiyuu ni oyoge tara anna sora mo ira nai noni
kinou made no koto o nuritsubusa naku te mo ashita ni mukaeru noni
oreta awai tsubasa kimi wa sukoshi aosugiru sora ni tsukareta dake sa
mou dareka no tame janakute jibun no tame ni waratte ii yo
Your folded, fragile wings are just tired from the pure blue sky. You dont have to force your smiles for anyone. Its ok to smile... For yourself. Hearing your sweet voice didnt always hurt. Its too late to block it from the inside. I want to take back our time, but luck and karma are against me. There are no words, but your eyes cant hide what you want to say. I dont even know anymore... Tr
Beauty in FlawsDear Journal,Beauty in Flaws2 years ago in Philosophical More Like This
I had written out a whole long self relization post here on deviantArt, but I accidently clicked the 'cancel' button instead of the 'ok' button. So I have to retype this. I'll just stop bullshitting and get to the moral of the original post.
I've spent around 3-4 years hating myself for unknown causes. Sure, I could find many and list them up in a heartbeat. The thing is that I have spent my years deluding myself into believing them. Which some of them might very well be true, but what's the point in it? I've learned that I've been living the saying, "ignorance is bliss." It's easier to play the idiot who convinces himself his worthlessness, then to see what the person underneath is. Hating yourself for so long, then coming to realize you don't have valid reasons for this hatred is kind of enlightening yet confusing. It's like a veil being lifted from your eyes only to find yourself in confusion on who you really are as a person.
I've come to realize that hating yourself
The Monster I've Become: PrologueThe Monster I've Become: Prologue1 year ago in Introductions & Chapters More Like This
A parasitical symbiote that attacks the nervous system of a biotic or abiotic host when granted the chance. It's sickly green, callused skin contains the horrific stench of the infectious spores that had physically and mentally corrupted it's host. Though they wander aimlessly in large masses, infecting anything deemed able to become infected; they are of a single mind... When large enough, they become a "Gravemind". There is no known treatment nor cure for their infection. The only solution is to burn the flood masses and make sure nothing, not even a single spore, can escape..."
Former Captain Duke L. Williams frowned and closed the document.
"If only they knew..." he muttered before shutting of the holographic screen entirely. Closing his eyes, he sighed softly before turning his head and looking at an aging picture of his deceased wife and kids.
"Rest in peace... Daddy's coming home soon..." he mumbled sadly while gently caressing the pictures frayed edges wit
FrancexReader: Meaning*Translations are in the artist's comments!FrancexReader: Meaning1 year ago in Short Stories More Like This
She couldn't tell if he was being serious, or if he was simply messing around with her, as he often did. His eyes had a desperate glint, his lips were pulled into a nervous lineóbut then, he'd always been good at acting in various ways to get what he wanted, though the last thing she'd expected him to feign was insomnia.
"Come on, Francis," she said, giving him a doubtful look. She folded her arms across her chest and studied his anxious expression, trying to gauge its genuineness. "You're not really having trouble falling asleep, are you? Don't you usually sleep like a log?"
"J'ai eu un cauchemar," he murmured. His gaze dropped to the floor, and he shifted his weight from one foot to the other. "I can't sleep now."
Her heart softened at his uncharacteristically hesitant tone, and she relaxed a little, leaning back against the wall. "What was the nightmare about?" she asked, gentling her own voice.
He shook his head, furrowing h
SlonceStokrotka lubiła, gdy delikatne Krople deszczu pieściły jej spragnione liście. Lubiła spoglądać na Chmury i na kałuże, w których tworzyły się malutkie fontanny. Ale najbardziej ze wszystkiego lubiła moment, w którym zza Chmur wyłaniały się pierwsze promienie Słońca.Slonce2 years ago in Short Stories More Like This
Słońce. Bez niego nie mogła żyć. Jego promienie tak cudownie ogrzewały jej ciało. Było takie piękne, zupełnie jakby zebrało w sobie wszystkie kolory świata i zamknęło za pomocą błysku w kształcie idealnym - kuli. Stokrotka zawsze chciała mieć je jak najbliżej siebie. Ze smutkiem patrzyła, jak zapada zmrok. Jednak tłumaczyła sobie, że musi być wypoczęta, żeby wyglądać ładnie i świeżo przed następnym spotkaniem ze Słońcem. Podobnie czyniła w cza
My heart is breaking.My heart is breaking. It straining for joy and love. For that bittersweet love. It wants to cry out in pain, and agony. It swells with feelings I can't express openly. Oh why can't I say anything.My heart is breaking.1 year ago in Emotional More Like This
Why can't I have some joy. instead of of this pain I feel. Wishes and happiness are gone. I feel like my bridge has clasped. Leaving me alone on this island of despair. Leaving me tormented by its beasts of depression, loneliness and tears.
Were can I go to have relief from this island of hell?? I cry out in the dark with no replay, with no rescue from this hellish island. The sea of emotions washing ashore. Bringing more torment, more pain, more sadness.
Someone please rescue me!!! I feel like I will soon drown in this sea of sadness and tears!
My PerceptionDISCLAIMER: This is a biased opinion piece. Everything said is subjective. No facts here, but my emotions are justified.My Perception2 years ago in Emotional More Like This
Written: March 30, 2012. Location: Memorial Hospital Psychiatric Wing.
"Homosexuality is a subculture that heterosexuals have the privilege not to know. Me on the otherhand have to know everything and anything to keep up a protective front that instills a place in heterosexual society. In the end this society isn't built for my kind... or at least that's what heterosexuals want me to believe. Gay rights are being won, but our small victories are nothing on a larger spectrum.
On a personal level in order for me to stay safe is to deny/withdraw my sexual desires to not hinder the sex lives of the srt8's. (There's no freedom in that. Just hurt and resentment.)
Str8's will tell me that I have to wait till I find a group of homo's to call my place home and be happy. The fact is that it's still shaming me for I have to seperate myself from th
Epiphany"For those who don't know me very well, I have self esteem issues. My depression might play a role in that, but I know that I've felt this way for way too long. I've felt like shit because I always place myself on an imaginary scale, compare myself to others, and only to find out I fall short of the standard. I use to do it to keep myself from getting big headed. Growing to a point where instead of keeping me in check, it has now tore my self esteem to shreds.Epiphany3 years ago in Emotional More Like This
I feel horrible about myself. I've spent years weaving up tales and excuses to show people how worthless I am. Maybe it was a way to show them that I'm not that great. (I guess I have a fear of pedestals.)
Either way, I realized how stupid of me it was to do that.
Sure, I have PLENTY of flaws to go around. I know I'm not perfect. All I know is that I'm the perfect kind of human being because I realize all my flaws and screw ups. I know not to expect too much of myself, but I shouldn't look at myself in a degrading way . It
AmericaxReader: Sleep-Talking You rested your (h/c) head on America's shoulder gently. He insisted on you coming overnight to watch the 'Star Wars' marathon on TV but he didn't even make it through the second movie.AmericaxReader: Sleep-Talking2 years ago in Short Stories More Like This
But sci-fi movies were cool with you, even if the person beside you had fallen asleep in the midst of it. The fourth movie was on and it was hilarious seeing the lame special-effects compared to the previous movie.
Turning slightly, you scanned America's face; he looked so peaceful, almost like a big child. Giggling a bit, a small blush ran across your cheeks and you rested on his shoulder again,"Hey America..."
He didn't budge. 'How deeply asleep is this guy?' You thought to yourself as you stood yourself up and went to the 'hero's' bedroom to grab a blanket. It was like stepping into the world of comic book heroes and red,white and blue.
Snatching a blanket, you walked tiredly down the halls in slippers, pajama pants and an oversized tee. Your (h/l)(h/c) hair was mes