FreakForgotten by someMore Like This
Respected by no one
Kindness is what I need.
A Rant..A Trifle...A Beef?!?! Good god what kind of masochistic world do we live in that one path is almost never enough? And the second path is always one of pain to which we adhere to?! I find these confusing annoying angry and contradictory. I myself just now felt the passion of being alone, yet, crave having the person I love be beside me to be alone with. What?! Are we humans born with a natural hypocritical sense or desire to be submissive to rules of a sort or even to be free. But even freedom is oppression in disguise with a false smile and fancy hair. The human internal deals with intellect and emotion. A whole big jumble mess dealt to us naturally, however when one begins to dissect each perspective it all counteracts with itself. The body makes the mind work but the mind makes the body work more, if I dug to my beating heart I would die but the mind stays active a little while. I puncture my brain and sadly all lights go out for me yet, my heart still beats just a few more. What is beMore Like This
Valentine (Wilbur Robinson X Reader)More Like This
Author's Note: Takes place in both reader and Wilbur's first year of high school, so they're about 14-15.
You adjusted your backpack on your shoulder as you ran, hastily making your way to your physical science class. You were running late to school, on the first day of school, of all days, and you needed to get to your class before the bell rang.
You stepped into the room just as the trilling of the bell began. Luckily, your teacher's back was to you, so you hastily scrambled into the only available seat which was next to a boy with dark hair that you didn't know. You had just removed your notebook and a pencil from your backpack when the teacher turned back around, narrowing her eyes at you.
"Were you there before the bell rang?"
You gaped for a moment. Technically you were, but you weren't really on time either. You had just opened your mouth to finally give her an answer when the kid next to you spoke up.
"Yes, Ms. Markwardt, she was."
The teacher seemed to believe h