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why did u do this to mewhy did you do this to me ?why did u do this to me4 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
what did i do to deserve such pain?
tears falling like rain
painful like a bullet in the brain
heart wounded like its been stabbed
still seeing the claw marks from where it was grabbed
why do we have to hurt each other
painful words you would never say to your mother
love isnt real i think its a lie
a deceptor one uses to make feel better
but in the end the one starts to cry
why do we give our heart out
just waiting for a shout
i love you
i love you
but in the end a person ends up blue
so to what extent is the point of love
is it supposed to fit like a glove?
i say not it can never be
just throw away your heart and let the blood run freely ...
Luna de Miel 5 -Rigby despierta bostezando- Ayer fue un día muy... "apresurado"Luna de Miel 53 years ago in Introductions & Chapters More Like This
Mmmm -Se estira enderezándose en la cama- No quiero hablar de ayer
Mordecai... Perdón por no haber estado allí para haberte defendido... Recuerda el papel higiénico-
No, tu no te disculpes amigo, solo... No hablemos de eso -Se levanta-
Esta bien... Pero... Se levanta de su trampolín- Yo... tú... Este...-Se retracta- Nada, mejor olvídalo
Vamos a desayunar, me muero de hambre Sale de la habitación dirigiéndose a la cocina-
Claro Siguiéndolo en cuatro patas hasta entran el la desolada cocina-
-Se pone a preparar el desayuno para los dos como siempre, sabiendo que el resto ya se encontraba trabajando fuera-
-Se sienta en la silla pensativo- Mordecai...
Que pasa, amigo? Sin dejar su tarea-
-Sacude su cabeza arrepintiéndose- Emm no... Nada...Nada...
Let's be rebels togetherLove is radicalLet's be rebels together8 months ago in Haiku & Eastern More Like This
Let’s be rebels together
And break the system
Luna de miel 8Eran alrededor de las 10 de la mañana cuando Mordecai despertó de un sueño húmedo desperezándose tranquilo como cualquier mañana.Luna de miel 83 years ago in Drama More Like This
-Bosteza- Que buen sueño... -Va a levantarse de la cama cuando nota que no se encontraba acostado, sino sentado, y no en la cama, sino en una silla en medio de la cocina, la cual era un desastre- Hay no!! Maldición, no fue un sueño!! Se levanta sobresaltado- Rigby! Rigby! Llamo a este, quien todavía dormía sobre la mesa-
-El mapache no respondió y en vez de eso siguió roncando mientas babeaba-
Oh vamos, amigo! -Mira la hora- Ah!! Ya falta poco para que lleguen todos!! Que hago!? Que hago!? Que hago?! Sin pensarlo dos veces enseguida tomo un trapo y comenzó a limpiar toda la crema y mermelada desperdigada por la cocina- Rápido! Rápido! Rápido! -Tiro los frascos vacíos, ordeno las alacenas y acomodo las sillas- Ya casi!!
If It Wasn't For YouIf It Wasn't For YouIf It Wasn't For You3 years ago in Visual & Found Poetry More Like This
If it wasn't for you, I wouldn't have the biggest smile on my face,
If it wasn't for you, I wouldn't have had such a big laughing fit.
If it wasn't for you, these happy tears would have never been shed,
If it wasn't for you, I would have turned off my laptop.
If it wasn't for you, I wouldn't be alive,
If it wasn't for you, I would've committed suicide.
Thank you for making me smile.
Thank you for making me laugh.
Thank you for making me cry.
Thank you for making me watch your videos.
Thank you for making me snap back into reality.
Thank you for making me realize there are people here who love me.
Thank you, for all that you've done Emile.
Thank you for saying "Hey everybody, It's Chuggaaconroy!"
I'll always say Hi back.
Of Peeps: Revisited: 4 How in the world are we getting to the Himalayas? Fangs voice came from Wolfes watch. All seven Peeps were in a conference call over the watch-phones Radar had built.Of Peeps: Revisited: 46 years ago in Fantasy More Like This
Airplane, suggested Ashes. Whats the big deal?
Money mostly. And we dont know how close we can get to where we need to go, Storm said. If only Radars helicopter
Dont. Radar was depressed again. And Ive got a plane, guys.
There was instant uproar.
You never said anything about that before!
I liked my helicopter better. And a plane isnt going to be easy to land on a mountain, Radar explained.
Hes right, Wolfe said. Whatever size it is, its gonna need a landing strip. I wonder if our spirits hav
From Our House to Bob'sThere was exactly a week left until Christmas Day, and already Larry felt like it had arrived. Everyone in his town had put up their decorations and lights, making each house and nearly every tree as bright and as festive as ever. Veggies, big and small, were putting up lights, making snowmen, sliding down hills and starting snowball fights. Parents and Grandparents were doing last minute shopping. Relatives from near and far were coming together to celebrate.From Our House to Bob's4 years ago in General Fiction More Like This
Larry's own family would be coming to his hometown this year for Christmas. His father and his three older brothers would be coming from California to spend Christmas at the cucumber's home. For such a special occasion as that, Larry made sure everything in his house would look cheerful, including the dozens of gifts beneath the tree in the living room.
Now, he was off to the bookstore in the centre of town. Every afternoon, if not morning, Larry went there, not only to look at the latest comics, but to visit the ow
Echoes in the Night Ch. 4Echoes in the Night Ch. 44 years ago in General Fiction More Like This
"Excellent," said Ratigan with a smile as he pulled me gently to my feet. He may have been a rat, but at least he had manners. He swept past me to the exit and opened the door. "Well," he said, holding the door open for me, "Shall we?"
But I seemed to be frozen to the spot. I just couldn't make myself move. My shoulders shook slightly, and I felt tears stinging my eyes. This would be the last time I ever saw Basil again.
"Please, Ratigan," I asked quietly. "May I at least say goodbye?"
Ratigan hesitated, but remarkably, he nodded and granted my request. "You have precisely two minutes," he said, pulling out his pocket watch.
Before he could even finish his sentence, I ran over to the cell door and knelt down by the little window, fighting back tears. I looked down at the floor, unable to meet Basil's gaze. I felt as if I were betraying him by agreeing to work for Ratigan like this. Basil was the world's greatest detective; joining forces with a criminal would make me the enemy.
Writers and Poets“Why are you a poet?”Writers and Poets3 years ago in Flash Fiction & Vignettes More Like This
“I’m not a poet.”
“No, I’m not.”
“Then what are you?”
“A word-rhymer, a heart-breaker, a word master. I could go on for a very long time, you know?”
“Oh, I know.”
“And how do you know?”
“Because I’m not a writer.”
“Then what are you?”
“I am a word slinger, a heart’s reflection, a person maker, a story teller. I can go on you, know?”
“Indeed, you are not a writer.”
“Nor are you a poet.”
“We’re much more than that.”
“We’re the guides to our worlds.”
BTT X Reader: A Un-Fantasico Turn of EventsBTT X Reader: A Un-Fantasico Turn of Events3 years ago in Short Stories More Like This
BTT X Reader: A Un-Fantasico Turn of Events
I thought this was going to be a breeze… I was expecting a nice and
(somewhat) romantic week in Italy… But I guess not since dumb, dumber,
and dumbest, decided to join the ride… Here… Let me tell you what went down…
*****~~~~~1 Day Ago~~~~~*****
“Kesesesesese~!!! ZEH BTT IS BACK”, yelled the
Prussian, throwing his bag into the Limo.
“Could you be quiet”, I asked him with every bundle of annoyance.
“Que? What’s wrong chica. You look down”, the Spaniard
said as he took a seat next to me in the back of the limo.
“It’s 2 in the morning… I’m tired”, I sighed
as I rubbed my eyes.
“Mon ami, you do look a little flushed”, the French guy said as
he got into the limo as well, taking a clean campaign bottle and
already pouring some campaign.
The Prussian, Gilbert, soon got into the car and took a seat towards
the driver, who looked qui
Wolves and DogA slim and beautiful specimen of a British golden retriever runs for its very life in a dangerous forest known to be filled with animals. But the dog doesnt care in the slightest about animals; he only cares about the humans. Two humans, two male, redneck cameo-covered, shotgun-wielding human men chasing the poor dog through the forest, and are currently shooting at the animal with the guns. The only thing saving this poor animal is the obviously drunk humans inability to aim while running and trying to keep their balance while also avoiding trees.Wolves and Dog6 years ago in Fan Fiction More Like This
This dog has never run so fast in his three years of life, never felt such fear, never felt such a hate for the humans that used to care for him. The humans chasing him are yelling gibberish, their words just drunken slur and attempts at cursing. The sound of leaves crunching, twigs breaking, the heavy sound of the boots clomping on the ground, a startled deer darting away, and gunshot are the only things the dog can hear past th
Thomarie- This is LoveThomas couldn't hold it in any longer.Thomarie- This is Love4 years ago in Fan Fiction More Like This
He really couldn't stand waiting around, and he was tired of every girl he ever liked being snobby and inconsiderate. He was tired of comparing them to one girl, comparing them to the only person that he once thought more of a nuisance. He was tired of lying to himself, saying that it sounded a little weird, but she was his step-cousin. There was that huge "step" that just stopped everything. That made things possible. It made them possible.
And he'd have no shame taking her to prom. He'd have no shame holding her hand or kissing her cheek. He'd have no shame dancing with her, or watching her eyes sparkle. He couldn't live without her, and she couldn't live without him. They had almost never been apart, and when they were, he'd always felt empty. He couldn't stand hearing another snide comment, or people tease and make fun of them. There was nothing wrong with them being together. Absolutely nothing.
He stood with loving eyes as he waited for her
Theoretical Dog GeneticsWhen I was a kid I can remember being confused by the logic of dog genetics presented in cartoons. When two different looking dogs had puppies, the boy puppies looked like the dad and the girl puppies looked like the mom. I can only guess that this lack of originality was an attempt to cash in on the new character's resemblance to an older character that had already won people over, but where's the fun in that? Being the animal nerd that I am, I resolved to give myself a way to design a realistic guide to prevent such blandness.Theoretical Dog Genetics4 years ago in Academic Essays More Like This
How to use
Much of this has not yet been proven in studies with real dogs, so if you want to learn more about a real dog it is useful to research the specific breed or likely breeds that are in the dog's background.
Each locus is a spot which can hold two possible alleles out of any number present in the whole species. All together the alleles (genotype) give you the final appearance (phenotype). To decide the appearance of offspring of two characters, g
RELATIONSHIPSRELATIONSHIPS6 years ago in Academic Essays More Like This
WHAT WE SHOULD LOOK FOR IN A HEALTHY RELATIONSHIP
When you are getting to know a potential friend or lover, pay particular attention to how he or she:
reacts to stressful or unexpected circumstances
interacts with family membersexpresses affection, anger, and other emotions
responds when you express your feelings.Questions to ask yourself when you are becoming more involved with a possible partner (Ideally, your potential partner would ask himself the same questions):Am I capable of loving, trusting, and sharing myself with this individual?
Can I accept this person as he is now, without trying to change him or expecting him to change himself?
Am I willing to tolerate his imperfections and respect his thoughts and feelings even when they are different from my own?
Can I give to or be in a relationship with this person without going against my own values or sacrificing my own needs?
Do I respect him?Do I feel safe with him?
Do I trust him?Do I enjoy his company?
Thilbo "You're a bloody idiot!" Thorin yelled at Bilbo, forcing the Halfling against the rocky mountainside. "You could have gotten yourself killed!" His fist slammed down on the rock beside Bilbo's cheek.Thilbo3 years ago in Short Stories More Like This
Bilbo met Thorin's furious eyes, confused but defiant. "I saved you."
"For which I am eternally grateful," Thorin snarled, the truth in his words startling Bilbo. "But my life is not worth yours." His voice was soft, pain shining in his eyes. The fist that landed near Bilbo's face uncurled, moving slowly to the Halfling's cheek, cupping it gently. "My life will never be worth yours."
"You're wrong," Bilbo's voice was soft, so soft in fact that it was barely audible, but the words still fell upon Thorin's ears. Thorin cocked his head, noticing that Bilbo didn't push his hand away. He let his thumb explore the hobbit's face, amazed by the lack of facial hair. He had never felt skin so smooth in his life.
I Am Weasel Theme - LyricsI Am Weasel Theme - Lyrics5 years ago in Songs & Lyrics More Like This
"I Am Weasel Theme Song - Lyrics"
You don't need pants for the Victory Dance,
'Cause Baboon's better than Weasel,
I.R. Baboon's big star of cartoon,
"I AM WEASEL!!!!"
I.R. Baboon reigns king in his mind,
He's just as good as the weasely kind,
But 'round every corner he's likely to find
"I AM WEASEL!"
"I AM WEASEL!"
"I AM WEASEL!!!!!"
PrussiaXReader! PrankVSPrank (Cheating Prank)PrussiaXReader! PrankVSPrank (Cheating Prank)2 years ago in Humor More Like This
Today was finally the day Gilbert was finally going to come home! But this welcome home won't be so 'welcoming'. You were going to prank your boyfriend Gilbert!
You pulled out your video camera and faced it towards you clicking the play button.
"Ok so Gilbert has been gone for a few days over in Germany to visit his brother. And I've been home alone, so I thought of a good Prank to play on Gil where I'm cheating in him on with" you begin into the camera as you pull out a Manican head with fake facial hair on it. "So I'm going to put the head on the pillow and use other pillows as a body. And today I went to the mall and bought a new guys outfit!" You smirked into the camera as you set up the fake body of pillows under the sheets.
You walk down stairs to show the outfit. It was black skinny jeans, and random pair of boxers, with a black hoodie and grey sneakers.
You set the grey sneakers at the front door to
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
Mating Rituals 10th Doctor x Reader 1/2Mating Rituals 10th Doctor x Reader 1/21 year ago in Romance More Like This
Life was great. Yes, for you in the TARDIS with your Doctor. You still couldn't believe he actually cared about you like you did him. Even after a few weeks of constant adventuring that only brought you closer. There was nothing you two didn't talk about now. As it were, after several days spent on a very hot and dank planet which was controlled by the Cybermen, and barely making it out with your lives, he decided that it would be prudent to have a few days off to heal. You both had sustained minor bruising and injuries from the metal men, you more so than him, and you two were now busy bandaging yourselves as the TARDIS drifted lazily through space.
You winced at some of the bruises on your left arm which were beginning to turn purple. They were large and sore, but then that's a given. After being slammed against the wall by a cyborg, one tends to retain some damage. You let out a pained hiss as you stitched up a large cut down on your forearm. The Doctor, it turns out wasn't to shabb
Interview with Francis FlynnCharacter: Francis FlynnInterview with Francis Flynn4 years ago in Short Stories More Like This
1) What gender are you?
2) What is your age?
3) Do you want a hug?
F: uuhhhh, sure?
4) Do you have any bad habits?
F: I bite my pencils
Mitchel: Yeah and mine too.
F: That was in fourth grade, Mitch. And I said I was sorry.
M: *pitiful whine* It had guitars on it
5) What is your favorite food?
F: I love Chinese. But Steak's good too.
6) What is your favorite ice cream flavor?
F: Pistachio! Yum-yum!
7) Are you a virgin?
F: . O__O
M: *laughing* XD Just say no, Dude!
F: Buzz off, Six Pack!
8) Have you killed anyone?
F: No, of course not.
M: *snort* so he SAYS
9) Do you hate anyone?
F: . Not that I know of.
10) Do you have any secrets?
F: Yes. That's why they're called secrets.
M: He talks in his sleep!
11) What is your favorite season?
F: Autumn. The colors are beautiful. Quite inspiring.
Fruits Basket:BEFruits BasketFruits Basket:BE11 years ago in General Fiction More Like This
Beginnings and Endings
Every beginning has an ending, but sometimes things can become an endless circle. Being cursed from the day you were born and knowing that curse will pass on to someone else pains me every time my mind comes across the thought. Some people would just accept their fate as being cursed and try to live their life, but I can't. Not being able to be accepted by my own family and to never be able to embrace the person a truly care for, drives me mad. Why me? Why should anyone bare such pain, but me? I just wished I disappeared sometimes…but
Kyo tilted his head slightly down to see Tohru waving up to him. She wore a heavy jacket around her light figure since the winter day seemed to carry a chill in the air. Her face was as bright and cheerful as if it was sunny day in summer. Kyo felt his cheeks begin to burn a soft red and he casually gave her a soft nod to acknowledge her wave, 'Damn I can never just wave to her like a normal person
By the White WolfBy the White Wolf3 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
By the White Wolf
She's come to me now
It's finally over
I pass into the gray
Her visage terrible and wonderful to behold
Her fur stark white
The spirit of death is she
She comes to guide my soul
What remains of me
I still my heartbeat
I quench my breath
She has marked me with the scent of death
Close your eyes and expose your neck
Let her sink her fangs into you throat
Let her bleed you of your spirit
Let her bleed you of your soul
Let her guide you into the gray
There is no family now
No pack to depend on
In the end we start our road alone
We will see the ones we love when she visits them
Stare into her eyes now
It's time to follow her
Time for the finial journey
Time for you to rest
By the White Wolf
Broken - Sherlock x Reader (Chapter Four)You sat on the arm of Sherlock’s chair and his arm sat behind you while you sipped at your tea. Mycroft stood, shoving his hands in his pocket while Sherlock talked about the terrorist threat.Broken - Sherlock x Reader (Chapter Four)2 years ago in Drama More Like This
You weren’t listening at all really and simply opted for watching him, you turned so that you could rest your feet on the other arm of the chair, creating a bridge over Sherlock. Without looking at you he raised his arms to allow you and simply rested them on your legs again. Mycroft watched the interaction curiously and you smiled at him.
Even after all this time the two of you worked like clockwork, knowing exactly what made the other one tick. It was one of the reasons you hadn’t been able to cope without him, it felt like you were missing half of you.
Mrs Hudson entered then with a tray of tea.
‘I can’t believe it, I just can’t believe it. Him sitting in his chair again, isn’t it wonderful Mr Holmes?’ She babbled and Sherlock leaned around you t
On my way homeBy Romy LaraOn my way home3 years ago in Stories & Vignettes More Like This
I exit the studio, sighing at the sight of the sun quietly hiding behind the trees and buildings. Turn to the right and keep walking. Cars are passing by, people in black suits get out from the nearest buildings; none of them care about their surroundings. I lift up my head and notice in big steel-letters the name of the company that owns that peculiar orange building in the corner of the street. It's the first time I see it. The sky is painted blue with some dabs of gray, just as if somehow the color of the concrete street had been absorbed by the clouds.
Behind me there's a couple discussing something about a house. She doesn't sound happy. And he's just getting mad. She shouts and speeds up, him trying to catch up with her, but it's futile. She is a very good runner despite her heels. The man glances at me. I toy with the white cable of my earphones and pretend I didn't hear anything. I pass him. He just stands there. I wonder what would he do now. But I have no time to