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I can see themI had always been able to see them. And they knew that I could see them. Where ever I looked I saw them. They would stare back at me. How they acted changed and that scared me senseless every single time. Some were kind and some were different. Some would be careful, others would be straightforward and they would just appear out of nowhere and scare me. Some would tell me what they wanted and others would be unable to. I was able to help some while others I was unable to. It's been a while now, since they appeared. I wouldn't say that it was pleasant but sometimes it was. Some brought comfort while others brought fear. The thing I was most reI can see them in Introductions & Chapters More Like This
First LoveWhen you like a guy for the first time the feeling is unexplainable. You feel like your heart could leap out of your chest. You feel like you have butterflies in your stomach and also, you feel like the happiest girl in the world. At first you don't even know what you're feeling until you bring it up with your best friend and she explains it to you. When she explains, you just get more and more flustered thinking ''I like this guy!'' and when she finally finished explaining you end up tackling her in a hug screaming ''I'm in love!''First Love in Emotional More Like This
Whenever you see the guy, you can't help being nervous and when he gets close you just can't help blushing. Yo
Homophobia is Gayre-posted from :iconAngelsEatMeAlive:Homophobia is Gay in Personal More Like This
I am the girl kicked out of her home because I confided in my mother that I am a lesbian.
I am the prostitute working the streets because nobody will hire a transsexual woman.
I am the sister who holds her gay brother tight through the painful, tear-filled nights.
We are the parents who buried our daughter long before her time.
I am the man who died alone in the hospital because they would not let my partner of twenty-seven years into the room.
I am the foster child who wakes up with nightmares of being taken away from the two fathers who are the only loving family I have ever had. I wish they could adopt me.
I am one of the lucky ones, I guess. I survived the attack that left me in a coma for three weeks, and in another year I will probably be able to walk again.
I am not one of the lucky ones. I killed myself just weeks before graduating high school. It was simply too much to bear.
We are the couple who had the realtor hang up on us when she foun
Why does life stop? - Outside your door - SpamanoI got this sad sad idea while listening to just be friends ;w; Why me? Why?! I LOVE THIS COUPLE ;A;Why does life stop? - Outside your door - Spamano in Introductions & Chapters More Like This
I stared at the wooden door. The same wooden door that had been slammed in my face. Right in my face by my boyfriend. But he isn't really my boyfriend anymore is he? Since he broke up with me. He broke up with me and for what reason?
''I think that we shouldn't be together anymore''
The words still rang in my ears. They wouldn't go away and they kept reminding me of what just happened. They just repeated them self over and over again tearing my heart apart slowly. Piece for piece. They didn't even make sense damn it! Why shouldn't we be toge
APH - New story, would you read it? - SpamanoSummary: Sci-Fi/Fantasy . Lovino, your average teenager was exited when the new game out, a game with the newest equipment and a crazy new way of playing it. However, people aren't that exited about it anymore when players start disappearing. What could be the mystery behind this new game?APH - New story, would you read it? - Spamano in Personal More Like This
Yup, crappy summary is crappy because my vocabulary is tiny tiny tiny. Aaaaaaanyways, the main pairing will be spamano and there will be a crap load of cliffhangers. Want to read? Probably not xD
Homophobia is GayRe-posted from :iconPastaCakeVe:Homophobia is Gay in Personal More Like This
I am the girl kicked out of her home because I confided in my mother that I am a lesbian.
I am the prostitute working the streets because nobody will hire a transsexual woman.
I am the sister who holds her gay brother tight through the painful, tear-filled nights.
We are the parents who buried our daughter long before her time.
I am the man who died alone in the hospital because they would not let my partner of twenty-seven years into the room.
I am the foster child who wakes up with nightmares of being taken away from the two fathers who are the only loving family I have ever had. I wish they could adopt me.
I am one of the lucky ones, I guess. I survived the attack that left me in a coma for three weeks, and in another year I will probably be able to walk again.
I am not one of the lucky ones. I killed myself just weeks before graduating high school. It was simply too much to bear.
We are the couple who had the realtor hang up on us when she found out
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