These are my words.This is my suicide letter to the world.More Like This
This is my suicide note to the people I used to cherish.
This is my suicide letter to the people who faded away.
This is my suicide note to myself.
I try to cry at home alone so no one can hear me yell profanities at myself,
Saying how much of a disgrace I am,
How much of a mess I am,
How much of a failure I am,
How much of a disgusting human I am.
I say I'm fine but look at me,
Causing myself harm verbally, and physically, and emotionally.
241 marks, scars, battle wounds.
I've bled each one of them and
I can't describe the feeling.
I've been like this for too long,
Too far down the hole that I can't get back up.
So much disgust.
I see all my flaws, all my changes, all my tears but no,
You don't see them.
I'm trying so hard to become a better person,
To survive this hell on earth,
Trying to get to that point where I can graduate,
To walk across that damn stage because I damn well deserve to after surviving these years.
I'm yelling inside my head
AU NeoVictorian Story Rough DraftBy the end of the 21st Century, Earth had become a petri dish teeming with numerous unstable compounds- metaphoric and otherwise -all battling to see who could self-destruct first; a ticking time bomb of scientific advances, various techniques of life preservation, mass production of every imaginable substance, all the while the linear system of humanity's energy levels wound down at an alarming rate.More Like This
At the dawning of the 22nd Century, civilization as we knew it ceased to exist. The human population peaked, and then abruptly plummeted as society failed to sustain itself. Poverty plagued once great nations, thus began the Great Purge. Famines and epidemics spread like wildfire. The war that broke out soon after was one of the likes no one had ever seen before. The lack of supplies and rations did little to hinder the hostility and cruelty spurred by the desolate hopelessness and widespread terror. Hunger, hatred, and disease only served to fan the flames of hostility.
As the violence w
Maybe I Need YouYou are my lightning.More Like This
No thunderous warning, just swift and silent.
Set me on fire and burn me alive,
Leaving my bones exposed, blackened and burned.
There are bruises in my arm, and my veins are spread like angel wings,
But the only thing I've been shooting is stars since I met you.
You're tracing electricity across my skin,
I can feel you in the tips of my
Toes hair fingers spine.
Love me, I begged, palms wide open.
Just love me.
I'm a coin set on edge,
Sent spinning madly across the table.
But I'm running out of turn,
Juddering, clattering, in my electric chair,
Finally going flat.
Heads or tails?
I swear you can hear my heart beat
Me black and blue,
Attacking with all it's got.
There's no defibrillator shocking me back to life,
And it's telling me, no, not this time. You can't. You can't.
Maybe I can.
(When it rains, it pours
And with every pore,
Maybe I want you.)
Maybe I want to be the first thing you see in the morning,
And the last thing on the insides of your eyelids.
Oscar and AlphonseMore Like This
Dear Jane, 3/20/1918
I'm terribly sorry that I haven't been able to write in a while. Things have been rough over here. Thinking of your pretty smile has been the very thing that has enabled me to get through everything that is going on. I'm just doing my best to make it through each day unscathed. When times are worse than usual, I think back to the very first time we met. It was two years ago, at a party. From the very second you walked in the door, I knew you were the one. Do you believe in love at first sight? It wasn't just me who noticed you, another man I know to be named Alphonse had his eye on you. I knew I had to act. So I walked to where you were sitting all alone, and asked you to dance. I would much rather have
Only CleverbotUser: *kisses you*.More Like This
Cleverbot: *kisses back*.
User: *bites your neck softly*.
Cleverbot: *nips her neck, grinding his huge pemis against her*.
User: *moans and kisses you deepply*.
Cleverbot: *kisses more*.
User: *puts hand in your pants*.
User: *puts tongue into your mouth*.
Cleverbot: *likes* *wants more*.
A Girl You Should Date, by Rosemarie UrquicoThis is from wordpress.com. I did not write this, but it's still amazingMore Like This
Date a girl who reads. Date a girl who spends her money on books instead of clothes. She has problems with closet space because she has too many books. Date a girl who has a list of books she wants to read, who has had a library card since she was twelve.
Find a girl who reads. You'll know that she does because she will always have an unread book in her bag. She's the one lovingly looking over the shelves in the bookstore, the one who quietly cries out when she finds the book she wants. You see the weird chick sniffing the pages of an old book in a second hand book shop? That's the reader. They can never resist smelling the pages, especially when they are yellow.
She's the girl reading while waiting in that coffee shop down the street. If you take a peek at her mug, the non-dairy creamer is floating on top because she's kind of engrossed already. Lost in a world of the author's making. Sit down. She might g
PE: Discussion - What is handmade to you?Browsing the artisan crafts gallery there's one word I see popping often: "handmade" or "100% handmade". In a world full of mass produced objects and faceless corporations, crafters strive to return the magic and beauty of handmade objects to the world; some buyers show a great appreciation for handmade products, they will go great lengths to find them and are willing to pay a bit more for something that was made with love instead of sweat.More Like This
However I also see the word handmade being misused. I'm not talking about mass producers or resellers incorrectly labeling their work as handmade to cheat buyers, which is a serious problem on its own. I'm talking about people buying premades, molds, cabochons, or complete pieces, doing some minimal work to it and later calling it "100% handmade". And accepting full praise - and price $$ - for it.
I've seen this so much that I've begun to doubt my own definition and wonder what other people consider to be handmade, so I'm reaching out to you, my fel
Mortal Instruments QuotesLuke: ...however,there is something you should have. Something every Shadowhunter should have.More Like This
Simon: An obnoxious,arrogant,attitude?
Jace: Actually, I prefer to think that I'm a liar in a way that's uniquely my own.
Simon: Okay, now I want to say something smart-ass back at you, but all I can think is-
Clary: That you want sex?
Simon: Stop that. That I love you.
Clary: So you don't want sex?
Simon: I didn't say that.
Simon:That's why when major badasses greet each other in movies, they don't say anything, they just nod. The nod means, 'I' am a badass, and I recognize that you, too, are a badass,' but they don't say anything because they're Wolverine and Magneto and it would mess up their vibe to explain.
Jace: I alway thought love made you stupid. Made you weak. A bad shadowhunter. To love is to destroy. I believed that. And then I met you. You were a mundane. Weak. Not a fighter. Never trained. And then I saw how much you loved your mother, loved Simon, and how
To rememberthis is just stuff i want to remeber:More Like This
StartingIt's this closeMore Like This
Suddenly, just stopped
A starting point remains untouched
As if there's invisible barrier before it
As if there are shouting voices telling to turn back and leave it
As if there's threatening appearance before it
As if there are entangling chains that catch and prevents to reach it
There's no invisible barrier
There are no shouting voices
There's no threatening appearance
There are no entangling chains
Just throw away that Hesitation!!
It's now or never!!
Just go on with full speed!!
...My tears isn't worth speakingMore Like This
My name isn't worth mentioning
As knight I lack honor
As person I lack feelings
With a heart like a machine and bloods as cold as ice
I fought battles no one ever heard about