Honey Badger -Andley---Andy POV--More Like This
It's too hot in LA; it's got to be at least a million degrees or something. Why the fuck haven't I moved from this cramped-ass space? I'm sure if I sat under that tree over there, I'd still have a perfect view and a bit more shade than in a bush. But then he might see me. Would I really be that visible from a tree? Probably. The sun virtually makes everything stand out ten times more, and I stand out anyway, and thats just in a crowd. If I was alone, without 100 or so people around me, with the sun beating down, I'm pretty sure I'd stand out. Maybe he'd think I'm a dog? Wait, no, of course not, no dog looks like a hybrid between a spider, a gazelle and a... fluffy haired... thing. Thanks to the damn humidity, my hair's fluffy as crap, which makes it so much easier to sta- oh crap, I have to sneeze. He's gonna hear me sneeze! He'll figure out I've been watching him sunbathe for the past hour and hate me. Oh God, not now. He's freaking glistening in the heat, I
Love Isn't Always Fair- AndleyI was walking down the streets of the grey, dreary morning of Los Angeles. A film of despair covered the city. Slowly making my way to the cemetery, the last place I wanted to be, today was no exception. I slowly made my way up the small hill and to the iron gate. Pushing it gently, it made an ear splitting creek but I continued farther into the damp and dark place. I made my way to the tall, grey and cold angel. I sat down on the dew ridden yellowing grass.More Like This
"Hello love, I know it's been a while, I'm sorry for not visiting you more often it's ju-" I was cut off the cracking in my voice and the steady flow of tears down my face. "It's been one year since I saw your beautiful, bright blue eyes." I wiped my eyes with the back of my hand. "If only you were here still, I would have been the luckiest man alive.
Laughing at the somewhat distant memory I spoke quietly, "Remember when we first met? I know it sounds kind of cheesy but I can remember it was yesterday."
I was standing at Jakes loc
Internet FriendsInternet friends are fake, unreal, untrustworthy.More Like This
Parents say , “Don't give your information
to someone who may do something dirty!
They're liars, evil and rapist in waiting.
Their compliments and gifts
are just another form of baiting.”
I'd like to think that we judge without
getting to know,
what happens on the other side of the mouse.
Internet friends are there when we're alone,
till 2 a.m on weeknights,
chatting with us until the pain is gone.
They're always there to confide,
when we're sometimes
on the verge of suicide.
Pulling us through our depression,
begging us not to relapse,
not to succumb to our regressions.
“Get help, not attention,” they'll tap in chat,
as a response of a picture,
that'll show our wrists all hatched.
Sometimes it's the little things they do for us,
like sending “You're amazing” “You're beautiful”,
“You're so full of love.”
They encourage us at times when our “friends” don't,