I I hate myself.I3 years ago in Stories & Vignettes More Like This
I'm plain. I'm boring. I don't have any sexual appealing qualities.
Heck, I'm a C cup for goodness sakes.
I never went outside during the entirety of my middle school life. The only time I stepped outside was when I went to take my precious dog to go do his business and to go to school. If I went to the mall, it was rare. I had a tendency to lock myself in my room the minute I got home to read a book or to do homework. I sometimes studied when I had a test the next day and I barely ate because I never did anything to have my stomach weep for hunger.
I was lonely. I was depressed. I rarely ever smiled.
Geez, I was like a scary frowning clown.
The moment I entered mid-high, I only had a few friends. Those friends were entirely online.
Yes, I had a boyfriend. He was my childhood friend. He doesn't count, he's a boyfriend, and he's not someone I can go complain to about my girlish problems and fangirl about my many fandoms with.
RomanoxWinged!Reader: Dropped from the Flock Pt. 1"Dudes! Who the hell is that?" America boomed, finding an injured girl on the world meeting table.RomanoxWinged!Reader: Dropped from the Flock Pt. 13 years ago in General Fiction More Like This
"I don't know, she fell from zhe sky during axis training." Germany says.
She groans a bit before getting up slowly, everyone backs away curiously.
She had (h/l) (h/c) hair, strangely dull (e/c) eyes, bandages were the only thing that covered her chest, and short ripped shorts.
She had two large 'things' on her back, which peeked America's curiosity.
"Hey what are those things?" he asks. She jumps back, startled by processing all the beautiful men surrounding her.
"You bloody git! They are obviously wings!" England growled, nearly face palming. The american's eyes widened, and he ran up to touch the extra appendage. She flinched and spread her wings slowly, painfully wincing doing so.
"Oh my god!" England frowns.
Her wings were large and beautiful, but battered. There were pure white, at least, under all the scratches and dirt. Oddly, the left wing's middle was completely gone and wrapped
These Words Aren't PrettyThese Words Aren't Pretty:These Words Aren't Pretty3 years ago in Traditional Fixed Forms More Like This
My verses are ugly and I admit to the fact
I can't use pretty language when I'm working with rap
Because the things that I write, are just the things that I feel
I ain't an Edgar Allan Poe or a Danielle Steel
And I'll be honest with you, I've got an envy inside
Because some poets got a flow that's as smooth as the tide
I read some stuff that they write, it's just so dope I ignite
Burning shame and my anger at the beautiful sight
And like birds of a feather, they're flocking together
These poets are the Gods and I'm nailed by the weather
But as the rain pours down, lightning resound;
I try to write pretty words but my lips remain bound
So deeply silenced by fear - the darkness I hear,
Afraid to be unloved by the ones I hold dear
I've hit the limit of time; my lyrical crime
These words that I've lived are just turning to grime.
So I wish I had their talent; just a sliver of that
If their skill was a mountain then I've broken my back
It's like t
survey - Sam and Spikesurvey - Sam and Spike4 years ago in Profiles More Like This
Part One: The Violent/Sadistic/Angry Side
1. Does your character have temper problems?
Sam: uhm... I can get pretty angry sometimes, but I don't think I have temper problems? Right Spike?
Spike: You broke my jaw.
Author: your turn, Spike.
Spike: I tend to get easily pissed off, yeah.
2. Has your character ever beat someone to the pulp?
Sam: *cough* once..
Spike: yeah, I have, a few times..
3. Does your character get angry over stupid situations?
Sam: no, I mostly have a fair reason for getting angry.
Spike: Me? dunno.
4. Have they ever destroyed/killed something out of blind rage?
Sam: no. Or I hit Spike out of blind rage but I didn't de-... oh, righ, I destroyed his jaw...
5. Does he or she often get into fights?
Sam: I got in a fight with Spike's bully once. I couldn't stand seeing someone so dear to me being hurt, so I, well, beat him up..
Spike: I get into fights all the time. Hardly me who starts it, though.
6. Is your character violent to
SAO: Watashi no Daijina GenjitsuSAO: Watashi no Daijina Genjitsu3 years ago in Romance More Like This
Merry Christmas everyone! My present to you, a KiritoxAsuna Xmas-infused oneshot.... hope you enjoy! Have a great day with family and loved ones!
Screeeek…… screeeeek…… screeeek……
The metallic groan of the swing Asuna sat upon sliced the sleepy winter air with an aesthetic, overwrought whine, strangling the late night silence in a gorgeously crisp, decapitatingly sweet way. Sitting alone in the park, completely isolated from society, chewing on both delectable and tough thoughts in a place supposed to be reserved only for those with young hearts of adventure— those who came to this park to actually legitimately utilize it for purposes of play and make-believe, for creating a world of rich fantasy colors and daringly innocent conquests that take on far more phantasmal gravity then they realistically do, or maybe even futuristically ever would. The tips of Asuna's boots scraped away at the ground's chilled physiognomy, stray bits of dirt chaffing away like the dead skin fro
:Forbidden- AJxCain [Part 1]::Forbidden- AJxCain [Part 1]:3 years ago in Introductions & Chapters More Like This
AJ and Cain [Part 1]
An idiot! That's all he is.
AJ grimaced to himself, pulling his hood over his head to keep the icy wind from stinging his pale skin and checked his phone.
He didn't even apologize! What the hell is wrong with him? Kissing me and then saying he didn't mean it. That makes absolutely no sense!
The blue-haired teen walked along the sidewalk, turning and ducking into the music store Gage always went to, to escape the crisp air. His eyes perused the room, it consisting of many rows and tables of soundtracks, DVD's, and even some vinyl records. The walls were heavily adorned in posters of famous rock bands like Three Days Grace, Papa Roach, Seether, etc… and AJ loved it. A store never spoke to him like this one did. He wandered to the back of the room, examining the CDs in awe before a voice spoke to him, making him jump.
"Let me know if you need help finding anything," It said, carelessly, the voice low and gruff. Familiar.
fire and bloodi am stormborn;fire and blood1 year ago in General Fiction More Like This
she who dances
with the dragons who
call her mother.
the devourer of a heart
that galloped across a great
grass sea. the queen
who breaks every chain she
sees and will rule over the world
from an iron throne. the
daughter of a mad king who
shall scorch the land with justice.
i am the unburnt.
fire cannot kill a dragon.
Sea-Salt Ice Cream RecipeSea-Salt Ice Cream Recipe3 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
Sea-Salt Ice Cream
Wire whisk or fork
Medium sized saucepan
Medium sized bowl
1 cup measure
1 teaspoon measure
Ice-cream maker or ice-pop molds or a cooler of liquid nitrogen (optional)
1 heart (optional get it)
1 cup milk
1 cup sugar
1 cup heavy cream
1 teaspoon of vanilla extract
blue and green food coloring (optional)
1. Re-arrange the letters of your name and add an X somewhere.
2. Crack 2 eggs into the bowl and whisk well for a few minutes. A wire whisk works best but a fork can do in a pinch.
3. Add the cup of sugar into the eggs and continue to whisk well until creamy.
4. Heat the milk in the saucepan over medium heat until warmish hot while constantly stirring with the wooden spoon (do not use a metal spoon it will scratch your pot and make the milk burn easier). The milk should be right before boiling, but do not
JealousyJealousy4 years ago in Emotional More Like This
I see you walking with her hand in hand and I repeat in my head "You belong to her! You belong to her!" but that doesn't help me No matter how much I love her, my close and wonderful friend, my mind is telling me that, the one who should be next to you is me! No matter how I think about that I really should be next to you, holding your hand, kissing your lips and getting you love
If she wouldn't have seen us together back then, maybe, we would have started to date When you asked me out for the night, back then, when you two broke up, if she wouldn't have seen us together and then she wouldn't have yelled at me, and I would have told you about that, you wouldn't have wrote her, and you wouldn't have made up!
Then you would be by my side, walking hand in hand with me, kissing my lips
Let's Be Penguins! AmericaxReaderLet's Be Penguins! AmericaxReader3 years ago in Humor More Like This
It was that "wonderful" time of the year again. The time for the holidays. Which to your best friend, Alfred, meant Christmas. Each year he would have a huge Christmas party and trick some poor sap to pay for it. Each one was bigger then the last. And this was Senior year, so it was going to be huge.
"Hey, [Y/N], what color should the cake be this year?!" Alfred practically shouted at you when you were literally sitting down right next to him in this place where you're supposed to be as silent as possible. The library. Never would you take him here to "study" again when all he did was plan for his Christmas party.
"Something neon...as usual..." You mumbled your answer while chewing on your pencil's eraser. Now let's see this problem you were working out now. 3 divided by the square root of 54 subtracted by 10 and added by x. What is x? You tried not to flip the table. "Why do I have to solve where Algebra's exes are?!" You shouted. Alfred laughed.
"Still fuming over it?" You knee exact
Deviantart.I hate how people assume that because I draw "Cute" Stuff, I disregard the evil in the world and think I am victimized.Deviantart.3 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
I hate how they think that I only draw it for popularity
I hate how people come to me and ask how did I get through all the pain of being hurt, and I have nothing to say.
I hate how people assume I am mean and think highly of myself because I am easily hurt and need to vent.
I hate that people will read this and laugh.
I hate how the people I thought were going to be my friends, don't come to me and tell me they have a problem with me, and before I know it, I am staring at a screen of slander on my name.
I hate how they disregard what I may have been through, not even caring that I am a person.
How they laugh behind my back, when they don't even know my name.
I hate that I love something that hurts me so much,
I hate that I am scared people will no longer buy my art, and in the end I won't have money for food.
I hate how that my escape from the world is an ugly place
Being a Healthier PersonBeing a Healthier Person3 years ago in Articles & Interviews More Like This
Sometimes in life things seem to come together almost at random. Many people spend the days leading up to New Years telling themselves that they're going to do this or stop doing that. Most don't last and those going past a week are truly dedicated to the cause (or under doctor's orders). Why does this happen? Wrong mindset. The dedication is there, but the true gravity of their decision hasn't sunk in yet. So how does one go around changing your lifestyle for the better?
Up until February this year I was a smoker, not the pack-a-day kind of smoker, but a smoker nonetheless. I also weighed the wrong side of 110 kg (242 pounds for the non-metrics). For a very long time I wanted to quit, but nicotine addiction is a harsh thing and I failed miserably in my first attempt in 2010. So I kept going, gradually reducing my smokes a day from about twelve to a rather less unhealthy seven. I was proud of myself for achieving as much, but
Sending Me To HellSending Me To Hell:Sending Me To Hell3 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
I close my eyes, as the black smoke fills the air.
Incense burned to create a semi-choking sensation.
A tiny inkling of the perceived suffering,
But it is enough to make this difficult...
Next, wounds are carefully opened.
Patterns carved into the flesh,
Resembling the nine circles of suffering.
As each begins to form a red river,
An ocean pools beneath my stained elbows.
In the distance I hear the cackling of witches;
Accompanied always by the mad shrieks of those beyond.
Already they can taste the red wine that I ooze
And eagerly, their tongues wag; anticipating the feast.
Concentrate...I have to concentrate
My teeth grind together, as I force them shut,
The pressure causes my jaws to ache and my body soon stiffens.
It seizes up like an iron vault, my mind its secret mechanism;
Twisting, turning, seeking the accepted combination.
I can feel them now, reaching for me...
Tongues begin to lick at my open wounds,
Lustfully salivating unto m
GermanyXReader ForeverGermanyXReader Forever3 years ago in Romance More Like This
(A Long time ago)
You strolled down the empty hallway and smiled softly, gently you placed a hand on the shoulder of one of the maids. The castle was bustling with excitement and preparations for the ball that would be held later that evening. Elaborate decorations and portraits lined the walls while statues were shined and instruments were being tuned. The chiefs were busy cooking and the castle smelled delicious to say the least while maids rushed around cleaning every inch of the castle. "Excuse me, do you know if Lord Gilbert is in his room?" you asked her quietly. The maid looked nervous as she stopped her cleaning. "Oh Princess ___, yes my lady, he is in his room. He just finished his fencing practice," she explained. You nodded and thanked her as you continued down the hall to the room you had visited many times when you had been younger. You raised a hand up and knocked on the wood gently, even with such a quiet knock Gilbert heard it and yanked the door open with a big gr
PsychotrhaSo tell me your story if you like.Psychotrha2 years ago in Short Stories More Like This
Hi, my name is Dan and I fear many things, most simple things but my biggest fear sounds more stupid then the rest of them... Bunnies and rabbits are my biggest fear. You may think they are soft and cute, and most bunnies are... But not this one... I know that you will think I'm insane and crazy after this story, the story of why I became insane...
I was outside in the garden, just chilling, reading and drinking my soda. My little sister, Carly had her friend over so they could play in the pool. They loved jumping in to the pool. Then Carly and her friend jumped in to the pool at the same time so the water splashed all over me. While I walked in to the house all wet, they said sorry when I walked in, but I just ignored them.
When I came in the house my mom said to me
-Well now that you're wet you can just as well take a shower. You haven't taken a shower for three days now, you smell sweat.
-Yeah, yeah! I guess I'll do that then.
I responded with an a
Yes, I am a teenage girl Yes, I am a teenage girlYes, I am a teenage girl2 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
No, I don't squeal over One Direction
No, I don't wear mini skirts
No, I don't curl my hair everyday
No, I don't need my phone 24/7
Yes, I am a teenage girl
Yes, I prefer Edward Scissorhands over Edward Cullen
Yes, I like violent video games
Yes, I like action movies
Yes, I listen to Rock
Yes, I am a teenage girl
No, I don't draw hearts all over my homework
No, I don't spend 20 minutes trying to make myself resemble a porcelain doll
No, I'm not afraid to cry
No, I don't party every weekend
Yes, I am a teenage girl
Yes, I hate reality shows
Yes, my hair is short and messy
Yes, I'd rather walk in the woods
Yes, I am okay with mice
Yes, I am a teenage girl
Yes, I'm different
Yes, I'm strange
Yes, I'm my own person
Why is that bad?
Why do you hate me for that?
Why can't I just be myself without your criticism?
Why is it horrible if I'm not just like you?
I don't have a problem with it
Maybe the problem