Tragic TruthsI know a lot of people that harm themselves. They cut and burn and bruise themselves. I used to do that myself.Tragic Truths2 years ago in Philosophical More Like This
I know a lot of you do that as well.
And I am here to ask you to stop.
I'm not going to pretend I know your situation or that I understand what's going through your head. I don't know a large percentage of you, but I don't care. No one should punish themselves like that or put themselves through that pain.
Instead of saying "Oh, you'll be okay. Things get better." I will show you that they will.
When I was a young girl, I would get beat up at school. AS my peers and I grew older and older, the beatings got worse and worse to the point where I would ditch school. There were 11 kids in my class that would harass me. They would often throw me to the ground, kick me in the ribs. One time, they took it so far, they broke my ankle, my wrist, and cracked two ribs. My parents? They didn't care. My mom was to stressed out with going to school to become a teacher and taking care of the
(Request) Annabeth's Thoughts: LoyaltyAt first, I wasn’t quite sure of Nico. He’d seemed like a promising, hopeful, innocent little kid when I first met him at Westover Hall in Maine. He was powerful, I’d known that much. But he seemed so sweet and happy… I almost regretted having to tell him the truth about his identity. At the same time, I knew camp was the only safe place for him. No choice.(Request) Annabeth's Thoughts: Loyalty2 years ago in General Fiction More Like This
Then I fell off a cliff and was forced to hold up the sky. It certainly saved me some messy explaining.
Needless to say, I was quite surprised when I learned from Percy that Nico was a son of Hades. And, simultaneously, it didn’t surprise me at all. It was just like Hades to let his pride and his grudge get in the way of defeating Kronos. By bringing Nico into the game, he’d given Kronos another chance to win.
But that hadn’t happened. Nico proved to be more willful and clear-sighted than anyone, even my brilliant self, could have predicted. If he was able to convince H
Juliet's EpiphanyI broke the moon into maudlin piecesJuliet's Epiphany6 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
Of sentimentalized rock.
No more will that glistening orb
Attract quixotic lovers
And tempt them with clichés of
Endless passion and everlasting bliss.
He may look dashing in evening's glow
But in sunlight, his veins burn
Audaciously blue against pale skin.
Lovers are inconstant,
And too many tears are shed
Over faithless sweethearts.
If you must swear undying love
Swear to yourself
For passion and lovers and starlight fade
But your heart will beat in you
He Loves Me - He Loves Me NotShe thinks she loves himHe Loves Me - He Loves Me Not4 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
She's too young to love though
He tells her to get naked
He feels differently than her
For him she reveals herself completely
For him she'd do anything
For her he only drops his pants
For her alone this is special
Ouran Host Club x Reader IntroYou giggled as you watched the episode "And so Kyoya Met Him". You were, without a doubt, an Ouran fan. It was funny, cute, and you loved all the guys, even though you had a crush on one of them.Ouran Host Club x Reader Intro1 year ago in Romance More Like This
Sometimes, you wished your life would be more interesting like Ouran Academy. It's been the same everyday. You wake up, prepare for school, leave your home, sit in a boring classroom for about an hour, eat disgusting food then go home.
You sighed, tucking your (h/l) (h/c) behind your ear. Yes, you did have friends who suffered that school life with you, but still, it was just another night of unanswered wishes.
A sudden wave of fatigue hit you. You blinked and glanced down at your laptop. It was 1:30 am, and luckily it was a weekend.
As a yawn escaped your lips, lightening lit up your entire room and thunder roared, echoing throughout the (neighborhood/apartment building, etc).
While you finally slipped your (e/c) eyes shut for a wonderful rest, you failed to close your laptop, and notice its
dear mothersDear mothers, you call it adolescent confusion and it is, we know that,dear mothers1 year ago in Free Verse More Like This
but we respect your opinions when you say you want divorces, so is it too much to ask
that you accept the word 'gay' without the arguments and the denial?
Dear mothers, stop the victim-blaming, it isn't our fault if our ex-boyfriends pinned us to the wall
and unzipped his pants. We didn't ask for it by dressing like a slut or being a lesbian,
just like you didn't ask for lung cancer by having a daddy that smoked his heart black.
Dear mothers, cutting is maladaptive, but do you know how angry that word can make us? When
all you can say is that it's a sickness and there's something wrong then congrats Captain Obvious,
you're alienating us further. We're trying our hardest and draping a curtain over our birdcages just makes it worse.
Dear mothers, we're not the smartest people on the planet and even if we can pull the As in the grade book, maybe
it's a shame that we have to, you know? The othe
My Cute Little Buddy (Hetalia X Male!Reader) IntroMy Cute Little Buddy (Hetalia X Male!Reader) Intro1 year ago in Introductions & Chapters More Like This
"Hey (m!name)! Wake up." You startled awake, (e/c) eyes wide. Above you was America, holding the fluffy mass known as Ameri-cat. The cat squeaked the hamburger in his mouth, causing you to laugh and the country to grimace slightly. You had given the cat the toy one day when he wouldn't stop bugging Iggy-cat, who was currently asleep on your lap, and America has to suffer many a night of his cat squeaking the toy in his ear, or so he said. You sat up, your (s/c) hand petting the sleeping Scottish fold on your lap, taking the furry menace from America. Ameri-cat licked your chin as he purred quite loudly. His tail thumped into Iggy-cat, causing the sleeping cat to wake up. He jumped off your lap, narrowly missing the long-haired Persian at your feet. As America laughed at Iggy-cat's attitude toward being woke up, several more countries dropped off a multitude of animals.
~le time-skip brought to you by Iggy-kitty and flying mint bunny~
After chasing off Belarus-cat from tormenting
The PromiseThe Promise2 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
I am so tired
Of living my life
First to blame
Last to feel
Not the same
And no one ever, ever
Said my name
The way she did
When she was angry
I was older, but so afraid
That she would hurt me
Not abuse of the body
Abuse of the soul
The kind that made you
Scream at night
Dream at night
So many pathetic dreams at night
But I don't want to dream anymore
I am so tired
Of living my life
First to cry
Lost in hurt
Wants to die
And no one ever, ever
She walked alone at night
There was a swing, out on
The very brim of thought
I could swing my pain
Right out of sync
And I didn't need anyone
I didn't need anyone at all
To laugh at me
Shout at me
To scorn and mock and curse at me
But they will not be blameless anymore
I am so tired
Of living this life
With "maybe" and "sometimes"
And "don't ask me why"
And pain that discovers
All children at night
When mistakes that they've made
Are still burning inside
I am so tired
Of feeling this pain
Oikawa Tooru x Reader One-Shot: ChanceOikawa Tooru x Reader One-Shot: Chance4 months ago in Romance More Like This
At Aoba Jousai, the crazed Valentine's Day was making all of the girls frantic over The Great King himself, Oikawa Tooru. There have been several instances during the day where you had dodge out of the way to avoid to oncoming crowd of fangirls that were showering him with chocolates. You did feel bad for the other guys because they didn't stand a chance, but a few guys here and there were fortunate to have a few girls come up to them and receive chocolates. This holiday never did strike your interest. Why bother? The best things of being alone are eating whatever you want and not caring about appearances. It seems that the girls of this school think differently than you do. Either way, you just didn't care.
You sat peacefully in your homeroom classroom reading to yourself. Soon several waves of squealing filled the room and your eyes shifted towards the door hesitantly. You completely blanked out that Oikawa was
Kurt Cobain's Suicide NoteKurt Cobain's Suicide Note11 years ago in General Non-Fiction More Like This
Speaking from the tongue of an experienced simpleton who obviously would rather be an emasculated, infantile complain-ee. This note should be pretty easy to understand.
All the warnings from the punk rock 101 courses over the years, since my first introduction to the, shall we say, ethics involved with independence and the embracement of your community has proven to be very true. I haven't felt the excitement of listening to as well as creating music along with reading and writing for too many years now. I feel guity beyond words about these things.
For example when we're back stage and the lights go out and the manic roar of the crowds begins., it doesn't affect me the way in which it did for Freddie Mercury, who seemed to love, relish in the the love and adoration from the crowd which is something I totally admire and envy. The fact is, I can't fool you, any one of you. It simply isn't fair to you or me. The worst crime I can think of would be to rip people off by faking it
Journalistic chapt. 39Chapter Thirty-Nine:Journalistic chapt. 392 years ago in Introductions & Chapters More Like This
"I've done some things." Leon admitted into the open air. For early September, the air was cool, a refreshing turn for the unusually hot summer they had been cursed with.
Kathleen looked up from the book she was reading, Pride and Prejudice, Leon had noticed from the worn binding that it'd been one she read frequently. "We've all done bad things." She stated.
He sighed, "Not like I've done." He explained, "It'd different."
The book closed with gentle hands, and she turned to look toward him, "What makes you say so?" She asked.
Looking at her, he wasn't sure how to respond, "I'm not a good person." He said after a pause.
Her features softened, "You walk me to my home every single day, just so I can get home without being teased."
"It's just the gentlemanly thing to do." He looked to his hands, folded together neatly over his lap, contrasting the slouching posture he wore.
"Then you might want to tell that to the other gentlemen in this town, they seem to have
Wise Words"It is not the critic who counts; nor the man who points out how the strong man stumbles, or where the doer of deeds could have done them better. The credit belongs to the man who is actually in the arena, whose face is marred by dust, sweat and blood, who strives valiantly; who errs and comes short again and again; who knows great enthusiasms, great devotions, who spends himself in a worthy cause, who at the best knows in the end the triumph of high achievement and who at the worst, if he fails, at least he fails while daring greatly. So that his place shall never be with those timid souls who know neither victory nor defeat."Wise Words3 years ago in Editorial More Like This