Ways to conquer heartbreakDance with fistfuls of roses, shred their petals one by one and wear their thorns like armor.More Like This
Write your secrets between the folds of paper cranes and tuck them safely between the empty spaces of your castle ribs.
Open your broken heart to hummingbirds, allow them the warmth and shelter of your arms.
Rebel. Tape poetry to your limbs, Cummings and Sandburg and Sexton.
Take a walk outside of your skin for a while, run with wolves.
Extinguish that forest fire that’s been curling too long in your lungs.
Be that lionhearted girl those snobby poets always write about.
Allow that cavern of stars in your throat to speak your truths in uppercase letters, in free verse yet to be proofread.
Write about wars and victory.
Be the hero.
Human vs. HumanityHuman.More Like This
You are nothing.
Born, grow, school, work, retire, die.
It’s there and it’s gone.
The same over and over and over again.
You are tiny.
The Earth will turn with or without you.
You will be forgotten.
You will fade into history and posterity will move on.
You are powerless and weak.
A grain of sand in the wind.
We are everything.
Exist, struggle, adapt, change, thrive, survive.
We have existed for ages.
We grow and innovate and progress.
We are enormous.
Our impact on this Earth is everlasting.
Our history burns in our hearts and in our minds.
We learn from our wars, movements and revolutions.
Together we are mighty, a force to be reckoned with.
A volcano that stands above all, with the power to coexist or destroy.
You are nothing.
We are everything.
FrancexReader: Single Thornless Rose-I Love youMore Like This
Caressing a white rose you smiled. The garden you and your boyfriend of three years had planted was the best in the town.
Everything from lilies to roses to sunflowers grew there.
"There you are cheri," said a voice from behind you. A single thorn less rose dangled in front of your vision. You took it smiling
A pair of strong arms wrapped around your waist and a pair of lips gently kissed the crook of your neck. Yes your boyfriend of three years was the infamous Francis Bonnefoy. Personification of France, and member of the Bad Touch Trio.
"What brings you out here?" you asked giggling slightly at your boyfriend's common romantic antics. No matter what he did he always managed to do something that swept you off your feet and made you feel like the princess in a fairytale.
Francis spun you around to face him his gorgeous blue eyes capturing your (e/c) ones. "I can't just visit my beautiful girlfriend in our garden?"
You smirked, "Not lately," you raised an eyebrow.
"Ok, ok, y
FranceXReader- Snails.More Like This
"Ah, Mon cher, you are awake."
"Good morning Francis." you said sleepily. You walked towards your husband and gave him a kiss on his lips quickly.
Before he took advantage of it.
"Hm. Are you hungry? Breakfast is nearly done, Mon amour~" He smiled at you and chuckled when he saw your happy face at the mention of food.
Ah the benefits of marrying a chef.
"That would be lovely Francis~" you responded with a happy sigh. You did love his cooking- and him of course, no matter how much... Francis he was.
"Hm, could you please get the mail from outside, sil vous plait? He asked with a gentle smile as he stirred what appeared to be his heavenly omelettes.
You yawned again and rubbed the sleep out of your eyes before nodding in agreement and walking outside the door towards the mailbox.
The morning was always so calm at the house you and Francis lived in. The roses he and you planted the year you moved here to your first home went from being small
France X Reader - Falling StarsFrance X ReaderMore Like This
When you were just a little girl, your mind was filled to the brim with wonderful and beautiful ideas about what the twilight hour might bring. Naive thoughts of magic infected your mind and you often accepted the challenge of staying up until midnight to sneak a glance out of your window to see if any fairies or characters from your favourite shows would be playing in the soft moonlight. On the rare occasions your tiny body managed to complete the trial and you were able to stare out your window expectantly; you never saw a thing.
Perhaps the odd nocturnal animal shuffled around in the shadows of trees hunting for food, or maybe you saw a bat or two soar into the darkened sky. Whatever you may have caught glimpses of, they were sadly not what you were searching and hoping for. Eventually, you grew out of such fantasies and the twilight hour became a regular time for you to be awake at. You had reached that age where you were mo
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The country of love, beaut and strikes.
Not to mention flirting and romantic red roses nonetheless.
"Mademoiselle, are you lost?"
You twirled around in your red dress as the wind settled. The blonde haired man winked and only blew a kiss.
He was most definitely French and nothing else.
"Ah, mademoiselle. You speak French?"
"N-No..." You felt ashamed.
"Then I must take you on a tour of my beautiful country, oui?"
Wait. This is a sudden sequence of matter. Let's back up.
Arrived in France yesterday.
You nodded to confirm that event in mind.
Went out and got lost today.
You nodded again as a warm hand met your forehead.
"Are you sick, mon amour?"
"No, I'm not." Your stomach growled.
"Then you must be hungry. Come with me, I'll take you to a wonderful five star restaurant near here."
For some reason, your instinct decided to trust him. To trust that he wasn't lyi
England x reader x FranceMore Like This
England x Reader x France
~WARNING: THIS IS A CRACK (sort of..) IF YOU NO LIKE CRACK, NO READ. ME CAVEMAN.~
"Bloody frog.. wha-DON'T YOU DARE TRY TO HIT ON (name)!!!"
"Oh, Arthur.. is there a problem mon ami?"
"First of all, I am NOT your friend! And secondly, YES, THERE IS A PROBLEM. I don't want you to get your Frog-germs on (name) so stay away from her!"
"Ohonhonhon~ but why? Is she your girlfriend or something?"
"WH-WHAT?! O-OF COURSE NOT! I DON'T-"
"Do you LIKE her?"
"W-wha.. no! No I don't! Its just that-"
"Oh, so you're her knight in shining armor?"
"W-what the hell are you saying?! Of course not! I-"
"Then what is the reason why I cannot go out with (name)?
She's single, and she's right THERE. Waiting to be rescued by her Prince Charming from boredom.."
"FINE! I'll go!"
"Good, now- wait WHAAAAT?!?!"
"I said i'll go. I'll do it. I'll ask her out.." *le blush~*
YOU SAID YOU DIDN'T EVEN LIKE HER!!!"
"W-well.. I lied. I LOV