Even If I Don't Look Like It...I'm insecure,Even If I Don't Look Like It... in Free Verse More Like This
Unsure of myself,
and just a wee bit
Even if I don't look like it...
I'm a clown,
Painting on that smile.
I have courage,
because I can face my fears
because I don't whine about the pain,
I just get through it.
Even if I don't look like it...
I need the reassurance
that you'll stay.
I want that hug that you thought about giving,
then didn't because I looked so cold.
I love your smile, laugh, happiness,
because just to see you happy brightens my day
Even if I don't look it...
I can make it through without you,
because I know how to,
I've done it before, I can do it again.
I can go on without all the things I want,
All the things I need,
I do it all the time.
I can stay alive, even if I can't really live.
"I'm selfish, impatient, and a little insecure.
I make mistakes, I am out of control & at times
hard to handle. But if you can't handle me at my
worst, then you absolutely don't deserve me
at my best."
Two Romances"My lord, do I have to do this?"Two Romances in Short Stories More Like This
"Yes Sebastian. I ordered it."
A sigh escaped the butler's lips, and he stood before his master in a long black dress that was decorated with black lace, black ribbons and had a black hem. His already dark eyelashes had been curled and given a light layer of mascara. The raven's shiny black hair had been put into a ponytail, tied with a black ribbon. On the demon's bare neck hang a black rose necklace which had small red rubies in it, as if tears of blood had been dropped upon it. Upon his arms where long black laced gloves that also had drops of red upon them. On the demon's feet were simple, thick, heeled, long black and red laced boots.
The boy smirked at the butler's apathetic expression and rested his head on his hand, which was propped up by his arm that was resting on the arm of his chair. "Now Sebastian, you know Nina's model got sick and that you are the same height and have the same size waist as her model. You also know that Nina has her big
What people live forShe was beautiful, that's what she was. Now she didn't have the prettiest face, but she was beautiful all the same. From the first time I saw her I knew she had to be mine. She could never really belong to anyone one else but me. She walked down the hall as if she didn't care that everyone gave her strange looks, but by the sadness in her eyes you could tell that she was bothered that they couldn't like her for who she was. Her hair, now back to it's original color, was a light brown it was strait, but curled in at the ends. Her eyes, hazel in color, were wide childlike and friendly. She wanted nothing more then to be friends with everyone who crossed her path, yet so few acutely would be. Her skin was ungodly pail and her veins stood out as if beckoning something to come and rip them out of her lovely soft flesh. Her figure was far from perfect, but it was perfect for me. She was in no way fat and she also wasn't skinny. She was round in shape, with features so amazing that they blewWhat people live for in Short Stories More Like This
Stop.......ASKING FOR FREE ART!Stop.... in Personal More Like This
I have actually never been this irritated. Just, people what the actual hell. :iconwthplz:
I dont know how many notes and comments I have gotten asking me to draw them shiz. Whats worse, is that people will guilt trip me into thinking I should draw for them.
NO! I WILL NOT FUCKING FALL FOR IT!!!
I have before, thinking you were my friend. But as soon as you got your art, apparently I didnt exist anymore.
The people that make me a "gift" or "donate" points (without me asking them to, mind you), then send me a note a day later "erm I drew you a gift/i gave you points......when could I expect something in return".
Then there are ones who will note you their OC references, expecting you to just draw them like bam. :iconwthplz:
Seriously like, no. NO. NO.
How long have you watched me? A day. A fucking minute? How many times have you commented on my art, or at least fav'd it.
I am over this
Holding Hands::We aren't a couple.Holding Hands:: in Flash Fiction & Vignettes More Like This
What we have is merely physical attraction and a strong friendship; nothing more. If we were a couple, we would act like other, normal, straight couples. We would hold hands in public; he would cuddle with me as we sat together at lunch. I would be able to kiss his cheek around our friends without worry of speculation. He would be able to touch my lips with his without being called names.
We aren't a couple.
I have to tell myself this at least three times a day so I don't get carried away when I'm with him, but the last time, I forgot. I was so excited to see him that I forgot that we weren't in love, and I let the words slip past my lips. I said those three words that ruined my entire life.
I had to leave. He tried to tell me that what I had said was okay, but it wasn't. It was wrong in so many ways and made everything complicated, so I had to leave.
I had to leave b
London CityLondon City will burn down, will burn down, will burn down. Let's watch the flames engulf the town, my fair lady.London City in Short Stories More Like This
Hear the voices that will no longer sound, no longer sound, no longer sound. See them all hit the ground, my fair lady.
Hide the bodies before they break down, they break down, they break down. Hide them where they can't be found, my fair lady.
We can dance on the ash filled well, ash filled well, ash filled well. I didn't push you, you simply fell, my fair lady.
Look, your pretty white dress is red, dress is red, dress is red. Did something sharp hit your head? My fair lady!
Let's burn this city to the ground, to the ground to the ground! I'll hide you away, you won't be found. My fair lady!