Fuck me and my thoughts and my words and my bloodSugar coated wordsMore Like This
Sour on your tongue
God, just fucking tell me what you really think
Because by tomorrow you will be gone—
A ghost’s shadow staining my walls
That just won’t fucking wash away
Why do you tell me then
When you could’ve told me earlier
Before you gutted me
And licked your fingers clean of my blood—
God, I’m so damn annoying
It’s the same every time
You can’t stand me, it’s all the same!
I can’t change after you’ve already left.
Stop telling me it’s okay when it’s really not,
Because you make me want to carve my mistakes
Into my pale wrists
So I won’t forget the stupid shit I’ve done
Why don’t you understand that I see it clear as day,
All along I thought we were all happy
When I didn’t see your want to stitch my lips together
“Shut the fuck up, you selfish little brat!
I’m sick of you breathing!”
A Kindertalia ThanksgivingThe trouble started when Miss _________________ decided to tell her students the story of the first Thanksgiving that all students were spoon fed every year at school. Even she had some trouble stomaching it, knowing the true story and all. The boys immediately knew it wasn’t that cut and dry and begged her to tell her the true, unabridged story from the Native Americans point of view.More Like This
“Come on Teach!” said Alfred grinning, “Let me tell them! Ma always told me the true version!”
“And it was always bloody and filled with battle,” said Edgar grinning at her.
“You boys love that kind of stuff don’t you?” she said sighing, “Then again, these are the same kids who think bringing in flame throwers are acceptable,”
“How else were we supposed to roast marshmallows!” said Toni, “The wimpy way?”
“Okay, okay, Alfred, come to the front and tell your version,” Alfred leapt up and stood in fro
2p!CanadaxReader Kidnapped by a 2p!CountryNothing like waking up feeling like a truck decided to have a dance party on your head, right?Especially when you don't know where you are.Now...how did you get here?Right....You were walking home from your friends party....and you felt like you were being followed and...somebody knocked you out!Oh not how you wanted to wake up.......Life just hated you, didn't it?!More Like This
You got up from the bed and looked at your surroundings real quick.It looked like you were in a log cabin somewhere...Crap...Not good for escape plans at all....Even if it wasn't snowing outside.......Just your luck....
You were about to get up and try to see if the window was locked when you heard somebody opening the door.That made you whirl around, and you gasped at who you saw.
Matthew Willams, your local pet shop manager.He'd helped you pick out your cute little (dog's breed) and even stopped at your house from time to time.You were the only person who knew that his eyes were a deep violet under those sunglasses, and t
Picking a Turkey (2P!Canada x Child!Reader)“Thank you for inviting me Mr. Kirkland!” said _____________ grinning from the backseat. Thanksgiving was coming up and Artie thought that apple picking and getting that nice crisp Autumn air would do them some good this weekend. They would pick apples, look around the farm, and the end the day taking a turkey home.More Like This
“Anytime love!” said Artie smiling.
“I don’t see why I have to go!” said Francis glaring at him.
“It’ll be good to have the boys and ______________ see where food comes from, specifically getting a farm fresh turkey,”
“I could have bought one and we could have killed it ourselves,”
“You don’t want to have a road trip with us?”Artie pouted. Francis cringed.
“I do, I just fuckin’ hate the country,”
“Francis!” Artie held out his swear jar, “Not in front of the kids!” Matthew was actually really happy to be around the woods again. It was like
Germany x Reader: Love in a roundabout WayMore Like This
„Aster! Bei Fuß! (Heel!)“ a tall, muscular man with blond, sleeked back hair and sky-blue eyes standing in the living room of his house he shared with his „awesome“ older brother snapped.
As he waited for the Golden Retriever to come up to his master, he fiddled with the small (favourite colour) velvet box in his calloused hands.
The male Golden Retriever named Aster dashed into the living room and sat down to the feet of his master, looking up at him with his tongue lolling out of his mouth.
The man crouched down in front of his dog and tied the (favourite colour) box with a string to the collar of the dog. He then held a (favourite colour) top in front of the dog's nose.
„Finde sie. (Find her.)“ he said.
Aster sniffed at the fabric smelling of (favourite flavour) and barked, wagging his tail excitedly. He jumped to his paws and ran off, out of the room and out of the house.
The blond man looked after his dog, crumpling the piece