How to keep everything together when life sucksHow to keep your friends with you, the DOs and DON'Ts, the cold hard truth, and how to deal with all the lemons and limes and any sour citrus fruit life throws at you.More Like This
NOT EVERYTHING IN THIS JOURNAL IS JUSTIFIED, YOU DON'T NEED TO LISTEN TO ME BUT IF YOU WANNA THEN GO AHEAD _(:3_
Let's get real here, okay?
Life sucks nowadays, we all know it. We all gotta admit it.
No matter how rich, prosperous, well damned blessed you are in life, there will be stages where it just purely sucks.
Does it suck even more when you're poor, a hobo, homeless, cursed with an ugly bed hair and abundant amount of pimples during puberty since birth??
Whoopsss, hold your answers right there. Cause this is where there's no such thing as right or wrong.
From a general point of view, most people will always think that their own life sucks the most.
Oh, you're depressed because you're not doing well in school? You're depressed because your parents are j
Because You Deserve It! (Rivaille x Reader)This year, I’ll succeed this year, you told yourself first thing in the morning. As you slid your foot into the slippers that lay on the wooden floor beside the bed, you eyed the large, neatly wrapped box sitting on you chair warily. I’ll definitely get him to accept it this year.More Like This
“Goooood morning, Corporal Rivaille!” You cried excitedly with your arms wrapped around the present that towered exactly eight centimeters above you. “Guess what day it is today!”
“Another day for work.” Your dark-haired superior grunted and did nothing more but give the colorfully wrapped box a side glance.
“Silly Corporal, it’s your birthday and you know it too! Don’t play dumb with me!” You laughed as you tried to playfully slap his arm but it turned out to be an awkward caress with the package in your way.
“Tch. Well what the hell do you want then, brat?”
Like every other year that came before this, you stra
Maid For You (Modern AU! Rivaille x Reader)More Like This
Weather report for snow on channel four, The Polar Express on channel eleven, Charlie Brown showing on thirteen; my TV is just on full holiday mode today. Nonchalantly, I stared straight ahead at the screen as my finger aimlessly pressed the same button on the remote. Through my peripheral, I could see a flash of black as Rivaille threw his dark blazer over his shoulder.
“I’m leaving now.” He called out.
“Okay.” I replied, never taking my eyes off the screen. He paused mid-step and spoke again.
“I’ll be staying out pretty late tonight.”
“Alright. Just call me when you get home.” I muttered and lazily flipped through a few more channels. His footsteps to the entrance were heavy as he stomped over to put his shoes on. It was easy enough to tell that he was clearly ticked off at my lack of attention.
The show transitioned into a commercial advertising the new Christmas scents for Febreeze and I quietly laughed to myself as Rivail