When we were youngWhen we were young,More Like This
We didn't care about,
Weight or about not having a date.
We didn't care,
How hideous our faces looked,
When we first woke up in the morning.
We wouldn't try and hide it with make up.
When we were young,
We didn't stress over life,
We didn't know that one day we'll all die.
And maybe I liked it better that way,
Maybe I wish that I was five.
Just so I could once again feel alive.
To be able to see the world,
See all of it's colors so vibrant and bright.
Fall in love with sunsets,
And stay up just so I can see the sunrise.
And watch it wash away the dark.
To be able to see your smile
And call it the best kind of art.
Because growing up,
Feels so cold.
I was never told..
That one day I'd end up like this,
And all of its sweet bliss.
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SOPA 2014: Voluntary Agreements, TPP, and StaydownEDIT 3/22: Added some links, some additional notes, and some credit. (Also added some of the same on 3/17)More Like This
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RQ: Parent AU: Rivaille x Reader: Snow DayA languid sigh escaped your lips as you pulled a stray foot back underneath the comforter that you hugged to your body. The air in the room was chilled with morning frost, but under the quilt it was warm and comfortable in the arms of your husband. Rivaille's soft snores blew onto your exposed shoulder blade, tickling the bare skin there. Your eyes fluttered open gently, slowly focusing on the dim light outside, and the silent snow that fell from the heavens.More Like This
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