I am weakI am weak because
I can't swim,
I can't fly.
I can't speak.
Because I am afraid of the
I am weak because
I let my emotions in my way,
I don't stand up,
I just die.
I am weak because,
when I was called a
dumb birthday slut,
I just cried.
Because when I was bullied,
I just kept silent.
When I was thought of
having a disease,
suicide was my only thought.
But at the end I realised
that I am not weak,
I am strong.
I was strong enough to
not commit suicide,
to blossom from my cuts,
to speak for my own.
Because I was strong enough
to realise that no matter
I will always be weak.
MasksEach of us wears a different maskMore Like This
For daily use, and every task.
Knowing that, with the right face
We might fit in around the place.
Are they a real part of who we are?
Merely an aspect to help us get far.
Does the truth of the mask cover the lie
Make you feel good, or prompt you to cry.
They say that a mirror reflects in a different way
Dependant on the viewer to prompt what to say
But this simple saying hides the most obvious fact
That your own mirror image reflects your desperate act.
Its not always clear who is hurt most
The strangers, the friends, or you; the host.
Is this charade worth all the pain
When it’s not your true self that stands to gain.
Only we know whether it is through fear
That prompts us to make these false visages appear
But once they are there for all to see
Do you only become that which you appear to be?
CutCutting,More Like This
I cut my self,
To keep my heart on its proper shelf
If I do this,
Nothing goes amiss.
I keep things inside,
Long ago the love inside me died.
My emotions shown are few.
I will pay my dues.
Make everyone think I'm fine.
Make them feel I'm fine.
I watch the blood flow from my veins.
I stay locked away,
In my cell, in my chains.
All I see is darkness, I know no day.
I shed no tears,
I show no fears.
I've done this for years.
I am an actress.
Showing no distress.
My life is a stage,
The spotlight, tis a deathly cage.
I don't let them see
I'm a mess.
I show them what they want to see.
Who would dare?
I am alone.
Snap (ENG)I'm normally a pretty serene person.More Like This
I don't physically fight.
I'm laid back.
I do what I'm told.
I'm a good girl.
But say the wrong thing
and I will snap.
I will fuck you up.
Have you ever wanted...?Have you ever wantedMore Like This
to cry and scream
and make people
Have you ever wanted
to simply to go one
person and get in their
face and demand they
that you care about them?
Have you ever wanted
to go back to the way
Have you ever wanted
to just lie down,
close your eyes
and be somewhere else
Have you ever wanted
to see a specific person
but you can't and
Have you ever wanted
to snap the necks
Have you ever wanted
and break down
until someone notices?
Have you ever wanted
to just go back
to the way
before you didn't
every other night?
PainMore Like This
It hurts to know you left me
It hurts so much I can't breathe
I have to continue
No one must know
Of what you do to me
If they knew
Someone will be shot
I think that hurts less than what you gave me
Pictures of you are in my vision
There is nothing besides that
I love you
But its too late
You are gone
I am alone
And that's how it should be
Every NightEvery night.More Like This
Every night I die a little more inside.
Every night I cry a little more.
Every night I lose a bit more of myself.
Every night I cry and no one cares.
At least...not anymore.
Every night I think of death.
Every night I pray someone will hold me.
Every night I want to end.
Every night I lost a bit more of my soul.
And no one notices.
They used to.
But now no one notices.
When I'm GoneI don’t want you to remember me.More Like This
I don’t want you to think of me.
I don’t want you to hurt over me.
I don’t want you to dream of me.
I don’t want you to cry for me.
I don’t want you to miss me.
I don’t want you to love me.
I don’t want you
A Victim Always WinsDear victims (please read),More Like This
Sometimes they just don’t believe
That what they’re doing to you
Could leave scars beneath your sleeve
A wound within your heart
A broken dream upon your mind
A tear fallen out of innocent eyes
A tragedy on rewind.
But, please don’t give up on this…
This battle fought inside
This war where you are left tied up
While they shoot you with lies.
Please, you know they’re the ones
That will never make it through
The reality of this world,
By hurting people like you.
Please, don’t give up,
Just keep fighting this battle within
And remember, while you may be the victim…
The victim always wins.
Ink ShadowDrowning down with the shallow ones,More Like This
They have this... darkness... surrounding them;
It gnaws away at their own mind.
No, it drowns their psyche,
Pulling it beneath the silver lined waves;
Coating it in inken armor...
In a vain effort to protect themselves.
These creatures have no reflection;
Resemblant of demons and their ilk,
Unable to look within and battle their own demons,
The dark ink pools to form a mirror...
The demonic creature can never look into it,
They're too afraid of their own shadow;
And that is what they've become...
A shade; A simple hue...
A shadow that follows others around, seeking the light that is within them...
Because they look at them, and just think,
'Anything is better than the darkness... The cold, cruel eternal night...'
Their jealousy is eating them alive.
It plagues their souls, shadowing, as shadows do,
Always following those they crave...
As an ink shadow, like a leech;
A vampire draining the life out of them,
FriendshipSometimes the little beads around my neck feel so heavy I cannot bear the weightMore Like This
But without them to anchor me down, what is to keep me from floating away?
I Hate You soI hate the way you dressMore Like This
I hate that you are a mess
I hate your eyes
I hate your lies.
I hate it when you talk
I hate the way you walk
I hate your smile
I hate your style.
I hate your arms
I hate your charms
I hate your face
I hate your place.
I hate your hands
I hate your plans
I hate the way you think
I hate it when you drink.
I hate when you call
I hate it all
I hate it that you are true
I hate you when I’m blue.
I hate you when you sleep
I hate you very deep
I hate the way you kiss
I hate to be like this.
I hate your touch
I hate you much
I hate myself more
I hate that’s you I adore.
I hate, I don’t hate you a bit
I hate, I will have to admit
I don’t hate you, Not even small
I don’t hate you at all.
Not My Problem"Help those who hurt."More Like This
"Give to the poor."
Well, yeah, but..
"Watch those who dabble in trouble."
Why? They're not my problem.
"That could be you."
Down to nothingStraight from the StreetMore Like This
They state their Plee
With a guilty Smile
I just want them to Bleed.
I witness the decline of Humanity.
Salvation running from this World.
Mindless action is all we Breed,
Dragging us down, down to Nothing.
With broken hopes and broken Lives
The end is not near, it's already Here.
thinking only of Number 1,
That's the way we are taught to Be.
Kill the beauty, bring me Death
Dragging us down into Nothing.
With broken hopes and broken Lives
The end is not near, it's already Here.
Fuck itYou know what?More Like This
I'm sick of this shit
I'm sick of falling in love and/or
I'm sick of falling for people I don't even know-
Let's get on with the show
and make a go
of it with the news because after all
it's okay to cry over floods and
because it's not like people don't kill themselves everyday
but it's apparently not okay
when it's a British person.
To me I love where I live and why
but fuck everything else because I just want to get away and
move, get the fuck away to,
a beautiful place called Norway because, again, after all,
the phrase "ignorance is bliss" is all I'll ever know
so, once again,
let's move on with the show because
I'm sick of everything and I'm sick of myself
I just want to bury myself in school and I want to bury myself
in a place where I probably won't ever end up but
it's a place I'll go to in my head
but never in my life and, especially,
ever in my dreams.
SchizophreniaSince these voices appearedMore Like This
My life is not the same
Why now I'm scared of myself
When they appear is a real torture for me
They tell me that nobody love me or appreciates me
They say that when I die will be the happiest day for others, because no one would have to endure my stupidity more
They say I'm all alone, no one can understand me
They tell me I'd be better off dead
They tell me they all deserve to die
They make me hurt emotionally and physically
They cause you to lose control of myself
They make me that i hate myself
They make my sanity this breaking into pieces
Every day I wake up with the hope that the voices are gone
But I also get up in fear that at any moment I can lose control of myself
And I do something that may regret forever
Your life is not a British television showPeople on social media sitesMore Like This
tend to glorify things that hurt.
They brag about things
that people struggle with.
Mental illness is not a label.
It is not a badge nor a privilege
or something you have to earn.
they battle voices in their heads
that they do not even recognize.
People struggle to tame
their inner demons
and keep up an image
that the world expects them to uphold.
Mental illness is not cute,
being so anxious you cannot speak is not a quirk.
Relying on people to take care of you is not romantic.
Your life is not an episode of Skins
The idea of Effy and Freddie is fictional,
no one is going to save you.
We go home and muffle our cries
while dragging razors across our wrists
chasing pills with bottles of vodka.
Our thoughts turn on us
Like a loaded gun,
and we are stuck forever
in a game of Russian roulette.
We wear long sleeves,
and try to drown out voices with headphones.
We tremble at the thought of giving up the chemicals
we have become dependent
The Drama ClubIt was at that moment I realized that I had been wearing a mask around themMore Like This
It started with them going around in a circle telling everyone else what they thought of them.
I died a little on the inside every time they spoke to me.
Annoying, she said to me,
Very annoying, another agreed
The third one called me a bitch, confidently and more than once
But the last was the worst
She told me that I was to sensitive, that there were girls in the room with only one parent at home,
She didn't know that my father was fighting in the war over seas
She told me some girls dealt with racism,
I could only remember every time I take the school bus how much ridicule I endure for no reason other than my differences in color
She then told me that some girls were under pressure for school, and I could only think about all the fights I have with my mom about my grades.
She said some girls got only a few hours of sleep every night.
How would she know about my nightmares? How every morning I am more
When Your Best is Not Good EnoughDon't speak.More Like This
Don't hold yourself together.
Don't fall apart.
Don't pretend it is all going to be okay.
Don't act like it won't be all right.
Don't touch me.
Don't look away from me.
Don't be so needy.
Don't be so grateful.
Don't act silly.
Don't be so serious.
Don't have so much fun.
Don't be so sullen.
Don't love anyone too much.
Don't be so selfish.
Don't ignore me.
Don't love me too much.
And hope? Hope is just a lie you tell yourself so that tomorrow, you can do it all over again.
WeWe walk between empty mirrors, gracing those who have foreseen our lives.More Like This
We slither alongside shadows, banishing newborns from their knives.
Forsaken, our prey shriek, their joyful souls are forevermore meek.
Though, within them lies fear, a fear that we wish to seek.
Their speechless eyes wander aimlessly through our coats of despair and doom, seeing all with blind transparency except a cloud of gloom.
Our knowledge exceeds their beings, their fear is given without a fee.
Thus, always and forever shall we strike them down with glee.
Leave your past behind.More Like This
I know that you remember all of those bitter moments
But what is it worth for to keep those memories working
They’re not making you happy; they’re just making you hopeless
Then follows depression from the feelings that you’ve let lurking
Because you went through it, but you relive it every moment
When it’s all in your mind and you’re making it a necessary component
It’s just jarring to your heart, yet you keep it for your mind is uncertain
Many broken hearts, from family to friends, something you won’t admit was certain
I’ve been like you, for months to years, having a mind that’s unclear
And so I’ve shed so many tears, all which came from fear
Though it could be hard to move along, no one ever said you cannot
So please, don’t give up, I believe in you, even if you do not
MyselfThe jar of tears has fallen to pieces, lost are the memories from within the creases.More Like This
They've all abandoned me, my silent friends, our bonds have withered beyond their ends.
So predictable this scene truly was, the girl who fell from not a single cause.
Twas my own fault, for I banished all help, rotted to pieces within myself.
Though alas a mark has been etched within stones, "My soul lives forever without my bones."
In a Little Girl's MindThere sits the girl with the things in her eyesMore Like This
Monsters, destruction, and sweet butterflies
Hopscotch and daisies, surrounded by screams
Beautiful dresses now torn at the seams
Crayons and paintbrushes, villains and grins
Young, gladsome innocence, hatred and sins
Little red houses on roads left to fade
Gorgeous moonlight shining off of the blade
Blood pouring out as she cries her own name
Knowing she's forced to take each bit of blame
She could have stopped it and left it behind
All of these things in her troubled young mind
She could have saved them if she dared to try
Rather, though, she left herself there to die.
Now, others watch as she sits on the ground
Keeping their distance and letting her drown
In her own worries and things she won't tell
Waiting for her mind to kill her as well…
Welcome to WonderlandFalling down, down, downMore Like This
Spinning 'round and 'round
All around, the ticking of clocks
Such a discordant sound
Right is left and left is right
Night is day and day is night
Up is down and down is up
Life is death and death is life
Voices whisper from every niche
Screams echo and cause a twitch
Claws and teeth threaten to kill
Eyes wild with bliss of such a thrill
Run, hide, fight, or plead
Nothing shall work, nothing you need
The sun and moon will laugh as you cry
As the Queen shrieks her commands to the sky
Blood forms penumbras as heads roll
A cry of defiance with each bell toll
The jury turns in accord, madness shining bright
Their question full of words to make your skin crawl with fright
"ArE yOu AlIcE?"
T i c k
T o c k
T i c k
T o c k
"OfF wItH hEr HeAd!"
~Welcome to Wonderland, Alice~
catastrophes occur whenever i say it'll be okayhickies stretch from his hands to hisMore Like This
hips; myher name's tied around his lips
(he can't speak/breathe/gasp)
but i think he figures that his
girl back home's gonna throw
a fit, he covers his hands with
salt because of his sins and he
digs his nails deep into the teeth
(marks) underneath his skin
i love the way he doesn't care,
his summer flair and his rhyming
posse; they found their way through
me, lipsspil mirroring each other in
a rave; flash your strobe lights on
me, eyes paralyzed, i don't have
to see to know what goes on in the dark
"carbon cut teeth,"
"graze your lungs
you (don't) put the 'fun' in 'funeral'he said i looked so elegantMore Like This
in my white body bag
(i heaved in my decaying
state that i knew, rather
well, actually; he told
me that the day he said
he loved me and the day
he said goodbye)
she said that i looked
so peaceful in my ebony coffin
(through my skin, i whispered
with dying oxygen cycling
through my bones for her to
4-18-15i miss rock music and bleachedMore Like This
denim jackets; the ones with little
frilled strips at the arms; with
cherry cola in my hands, because we're
teenagers living for love and
f r e e d o m !
life has no meaning
work and money
we should be happy,
rather than drunk
from loathing and
like we always do;
we should have
like those before
living for love
and life and
girls and boys,
or whatever we
just give us
freedom, and we'll
be full of tranquility
mixed with youthful
dirty little stars, toy soldier heartsTell me, what do you think about whenMore Like This
the debutante moon has lost her charm
and there's nothing on TV to keep you up past 11 o'clock?
Do your eyes glaze over, remembering
how I used to hold your head on my knee and rake my fingers
through your yellow hair, baby?
Does your chest burn like a joint in the night
with the absurd memory of my mouth pressed to
your shadowy abdomen under turquoise plastic stars?
David, it was heaven, making you come undone!
You were dirty and beautiful; a clean-cut little
show choir first date gone wrong.
And I know I said you weren't my type when we met
but you've managed to get under my skin
and if I were being completely honest,
I'd have to admit that no other drunken lover
could make me feel the absence of gravity
like you did on that sure-fire mattress
in the afterglow of sex and freedom.
We talked about The Great Perhaps
and other poetic garbage and you
said that writers make the easiest crushes,
but David, are you ignoring this
moment on purpose just so
MouthbreatherYour lungs are pus bubblesMore Like This
I am the pin
they burst, sick
I dive in head-first
a disease with wings.
a ghost in spent breath
you puke your misspoken intentions
but I have already
cradle bars, cries from the crater (nanogliimo)sings violet electricMore Like This
screaming and all swinging
this boxing match
lights lightning matches
in the sky
like watching fireworks
go off in a bruised
in dying blackness
with red sparklers--
want to be a galaxy
so go be a black hole.
stings violent anemic
don king sucking
your hands though
this white dough
raw like clouds
and the air is thin
like you didn't
bake that bread
left lazy eye,
this hazy high
is a black hole
is the same thing
as closed and dotted
see wise wide
scars, this (st)art
is bearing born
that lull younglings
to sleep like babies
when they finally
shit and eat themselves
because young wings
don't have memories
until they stop being angels
and become humanoid
hiding in the kitchen cabinet
basement and the creaky at
all kids are waterfallstake me to the river to the grass whereMore Like This
the waterfall of calm eases
physical grief and boredome is
a theory of machines take me to the place
where absent friends left their arms
for me to grab hold me tight
they won't let me go they won't let
the wake greyness take a grip
on me take me to the river
that burns me off
Colorblind ImmortalsMonochromatic skyscrapers held me prisonerMore Like This
in a city of half-raven men and angels with boyish grins;
carnival sweets and baseball tosses vivid in their irises.
Here the woodland pixies shed their peridot robes for a
taste of urban lust, as if they'd been deprived for centuries.
It's funny and scary at the same time..
I wanted hope drenched in whiskey and sonnets,
mismatched puzzle pieces and friendship scars;
an escape from the tragedy of secret suburban life.
It was in this state that I found my answer,
standing in the smoky shadows of a club on Marigold Drive.
With firework highlights in his hair and limbs dove white
and sinewy like the bastard dream of an artist,
the angel of temptation leaned against a bloodstained wall.
He murmured in a failing tone, "I know you want to dance.
Come here, boy."
And as quick as a wink, I was captive in his arms,
my heart flush against his naked chest and it was
like a scorching tattoo of emotions;
all the things you wished you'd said a year ago
How?What is life?More Like This
Each day we sit and live
Yet we never seem to know
what each day will give.
Whether it's happiness or sorrow,
guilt or pain,
nothing seems to change
and we live our lives all the same.
Some may ask, "Is this all there is?"
Others say, "Is there no escape from this?"
Each person's life is different from another
yet there are some that seem the same.
How do we go on with life
if some feel there is nothing to gain?
One might be happy but another sad,
someone may cry and someone may be glad.
How do we live knowing other people are sobbing?
Crying their eyes out,
feeling it's their wrong-doing.
I may be happy
but i know some people who are not.
So how can I live happy,
when another just got shot?
Be Mine? (Soul x Maka x Kid)More Like This
Disclaimer: I took a break from DWMA Rumble! for a day to write this one shot~ This is also for a Soul Eater writing contest on Instagram and I always gotta take it to the next level xD
I do not own Soul Eater and I never will... /sobs disgustingly
Also, Maka/Kid is not my favorite shipping, but I thought it fit for this situation. I only ship Maka/Soul and Kid/Me ;D Enjoy~ :3
"Happy Valentines Day, Soul~!" Blair purred, jumping onto Soul's bed in only her bra and underwear.
Soul's eyes shot open and blood spewed out of his nose from the sight. "B-Blair!? What the hell?!" he shouted.
She giggled and trailed her finger down his neck. "It's Valentine's Day, silly~! Like your present?" she asked seductively.
The door creaked open and Maka poked her head into Soul's room. She stared at the scene before her with confusion. Soul turned his head to her and gasped. "No, Maka, it's not what you think...!" he said quickly.
Maka blinked and narrowed her eyes at
Fairy Tail OC - Theo Dyson-Name-More Like This
Sand Serpent, Diamondback, Lone Wolf (given to him by childhood friend)
December 23rd, X766
Not much is known about Theo’s past aside from the fact that he was raised by the Sand Dragon, Ramseus, who taught him his Sand Dragon Slayer Magic.
Weight: 150 lbs
Outfit: Sleeveless hoodie jacket, dark red t-shirt with black and white design on it, Black shorts, black shoes and headband or bandana.
Guild: Fairy Tail
Guild Mark Location: Left Forearm
Guild Mark Color: Orange (Previously it was blue)
Magic: Sand Dragon Slayer Magic
=Sand Dragon Slayer Magic=
Theo is an adept user of Dragon Slayer Magic, using the Sand Dragon Slayer Magic taught to him by Ramseus. Like all Dragon Slayers, Theo is able to eat his respective element, Sand, to
napo, day 6: springtime tankayou can tell it's springMore Like This
by the pitter-patter
of tiny feet running
along my kitchen floor
the little cockroach bastards
Smiles Aren't FreeThe goodness in the world taught meMore Like This
to smile at strangers in the street
Instead I walk by, eyes glued to the pavement
Telling myself if I don't acknowledge the words leered in my direction
they won't be said to me
Every time a man looks longer than he should
I shrink into myself, praying for invisibility
What sort of world is it, when something as casual as a smile
becomes an invitation, a target painted on my chest
I am sixteen
I dress how I like
I think what I want
But I keep my head down
Those Green Eyes (Or: Don't Lie to Your Kid)Those green eyes -More Like This
The green of joy
The green of hope
The green of love and acceptance -
Were always full of lies.
They first lied when I said,
After a nightmare at four am
When I was too small to reach a light switch,
“Will you ever leave me?”
And those eyes said,
Why did those green eyes
Shut when I needed them most?
"Are you okay?"
Would be a red line
That I would etch into myself
Those green eyes melted.
Those green eyes did shine
And I knew what it was -
I was young, not stupid -
But I indulged the lie,
For those green eyes.
"Will it get better?"
I asked one sunny Saturday
At ten in the morning
And those green eyes looked away;
“And you’ll be here forever?”
There were no words.
I made up my own affirmative.
Those green eyes -
When they saw
How I’d rubbed myself raw
do you love me...? | yandere!makoto tachibanaMore Like This
do you love me...? | yandere!makoto tachibana х reader
a/n: please note that this is a yandere fic. yhere will be dark themes, and possibly sensitive material. character death. you have been warned.
If you guys wanna listen to sexy Yandere!Makoto whispering into your ear, I've put links in the description~
When you first met Makoto Tachibana, you knew instantly that you want to be with him. He was sweet, loving and friendly, and he was loved by everyone around him. All the girls were head over heels with him, including you.
Which was why you were surprised when Makoto responded to your confession.
"I-I like you too, [Name]...For quite a while now."
And that was the start of a your relationship with Makoto Tachibana. He was the loving and adorkable kind of person, just like you thought he would be. Perhaps it was the idea of being in love or perhaps you were just a naive teenager that caused you to make hasty decisions, but a few months into dating, the
DavieHetalia TWT episode 11.More Like This
► Credits to Hetascanlation!! (Link to the episode: http://hetascanlations.tumblr.com/post/128839441540 )
I really loved this ep! ♥ The song in the background is really sweet! and little Alfred too! .. I admit that when I read it in the manga, wasn't Thaaaaaat spectacular to me XD. But the anime episode is really beautiful! (still, it didn't make me cry XD but... I still love it!!!)
It must be the first time that an episode of the Hetalia anime is better than the manga for me
Serving you (Prussia x Reader) part 14More Like This
You knocked and waited patiently. Footsteps sounded at the other side of the door and only seconds later it opened with a creaking noise. Ludwig appeared in the doorframe, his eyes sleepy and his hair completely messed up.
“Ludwig, I’m sorry to bother you so late, but…I need your help.”
He looked up, his eyes turning serious. He moved out of the way and beckoned you to come in.
You walked into his room and sat down at a little round table that stood in the corner.
“You don’t look too well,” he said as he sat down on a chair opposite of yours. He leaned over the table and put a hand on your forehead. “Are you having a fever?”
“I might have one…I don’t know,” you brought out with an exhausted sign. Actually you were quite sure you were having one. Your body was burning up and you felt as if you could pass out every second.
Ludwig withdrew his hand and narrowed his eyes.
“You should be in bed. I
Revenge - Romano x ReaderMore Like This
It was an average spring night in England, with the rain pouring down from the sky and onto the ground below. It was cloudy, and the mood surrounding the old town of London, England was nothing less than gloomy. It seemed as if the whole world had just gone from bad to worse. But even more so for a girl named (Y/n).
(Y/n) took a deep breath as she looked down to the busy street below. Her hands clenched the brick roof tightly. All those people, moving along their merry way as she sat up on the roof, suffering. It wasn’t fair. Nothing was ever fair in her life.
It all started 3 years ago when her brother died. Her sweet little brother, Scotland, had been shot 13 times by a stranger who had found out he was a county. At the time, (Y/n) wasn’t a country. She was just kind of there. But when England had initially found her, they had accepted her as one of their own. They kept telling her they would become a country one day.
And she did; just not in the way anyone wanted. After
OK this journal has something cute -Update-Update: MOAR NORDICSSSSSSSSSS. EPISODE ... i lost the count..... 8 I think of HETALIA WORLD TWINKLE: I'm dying!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!! *the Nordics are killing me x'D*More Like This
and I'm dying!!!!!!!!! HETALIANS!!! especially NORDICS FANS, WATCH IT!!! The preview of Lukas' and Emil's songs!!!! Lukas can't get any gayer (I always listened to gay-ish songs by Masami Iwasaki, I love him! XD), and Emil improved a lot at singing!!!! (Seriously, I hope Ayumu Asakura releases a music disc soon!! I really wish he was more known!! ♥ he's such a sweet person and talented seiyuu!).
The songs will be released on September 25.
Neko!Romano X Reader - Cut Off“C’mon, you need a haircut and you know it.” You huffed, tugging on his arm.More Like This
“I don’t need a stupid haircut, my hair is perfectly fine!” Lovino growled a little, ripping his arm away from your grip. You see, your best friend (though he prefers acquaintance), Lovino, was in need of a haircut. You’ve known him since the first day of high school and he never once cut his hair for those three years, but now it was a nuisance. It constantly hung in his face and distracted him (if his curl didn’t distract you enough). The only problem was his hat, he loved it like it was one of his tomatoes and you’ve never seen him with it off.
“Your hair does look fine, but it’s been getting you distracted lately and I don’t want you to get hurt from it.” You stubbornly folded your arms.
“W-whatever. You probably just want to see me without a hat like all the other ragazzas…” He mumbled, a light blush beginning
Romano x Reader Stormy NightsMore Like This
"I'll be there as soon as possible" you said as you hung up the phone with a large smile on your face. You had just been invited to a sleepover at Feliciano and Lovino's house. Feliciano an Lovino have been your best friends since forever and this was the first time they had invited you to have a sleepover with them. Gathering the items you needed such as your pajamas, and toothbrush into a bag you then changed clothes and brushed out your hair. You then quickly left your house and hopped in your car the smile never leaving your face.
After the short drive to Feliciano and Lovino's house you pull into their driveway grabbing your things and exiting the car. But as you exit the car you look into the sky frowning to yourself as you notice the gloomy grey clouds surrounding the sky. When you reach the front Door to Felici
It was a Mistake (Norway x Reader) (A/N: Warning)More Like This
This is a sequel to ‘She’s Mine (Norway x Reader)’. You have three options:
1. Read this story without going through the first one.
2. Read the first story here: [She's Mine (Norway x Reader)] and then read this; or
3. Don’t read this if you think the first story’s already good enough and you want some suspense and imagination.
I leave it to your decision. Thank you.
Those in Italics refer to flashbacks from different times so it’s going to get a bit confusing.
The normal font words are referring to the present, after what happened in the first story.
Ah, yes, another warning: some OOC characteristics
*Squeals*!!!!!!!! + new Hetalia character!!!JUST LISTEN TO IT:More Like This
The full versions will be released on August 5th. I really loved BOTH versions!!!! ♥ ♥ ♥ Su-san's voice is too sweet, and Ta-san's voice is... awesome!!!!! ♥
EDIT: It seems that through some official merchandising and not through Hima's blog, there is a new Hetalia character O_o
If you read the katakana... it says "Guriinrando".... that means: Greenland.
Sources: (Video and pic)
Serving you (Prussia x Reader) part 11More Like This
After having discovered Gilbert’s secret, you had spent the entire day in bed. Not only because you felt tired (although you did feel as if you hadn’t slept in months), but also because Gilbert had insisted on it. He was a bit concerned about your…mental state…he really thought that you still didn’t fully comprehend what had happened in the past few hours.
You didn’t mind him being concerned. Not at all…it was kinda cute and on top of that...he spoilt you rotten. You had never thought him to be that kind of man, but it certainly was something you could get used to.
When he wasn’t at his office, he spent his time with you, telling you about his life and the other countries. Yes, they were others like him. One for every country in the world! Oh, how you’d like to meet some of them. How incredibly interesting that would be! You laughed at the thought. Silly you…you had already met another one.
You had asked Gilber
BulletproofYour heart bleedsMore Like This
It isn't bulletproof
The words spray through you
Tearing you down
Like the rifle
Tearing through the crowd
Everything you've loved
Mean nothing now
Your heart bleeds
It isn't bulletproof
And you lay there
Soul pouring out
That ever made you feel alive
Laying there alone
Soaking the ground beneath you
Your heart bleeds
It isn't bulletproof
Life So CruelTears are streaming down my face.More Like This
I feel so empty inside.
I've given up all hope in life.
All I want now is to die.
I've been so empty for so long
With depression as my only friend.
I've left cuts on every inch of my skin
In the hopes I might feel something again.
I hate this dark place that I'm in,
These emotions that are trapped in my head.
I hate the darkness and the utter despair,
The thoughts whispering how I'd be better off dead.
I don't want to listen to them
But they often sound right
When I'm sitting so lonely
And I'm sobbing in the dead of night.
Things may have gone differently
If I had just one friend
That was willing to stay by my side
Till the bitter end.
But life is made up of foolish dreams
And reality is oh much more cruel.
You believe that you're in control of fate,
But really, you're only a tool.
I want so much to find release
For my heart can no longer bend.
Maybe I'll find what I'm looking for
When tonight, my life reaches its end.
at long last~you don't know how long i've longed to see you like this.More Like This
i can see you're changing, i can see you've learned and you're learning.
you can hear the sound of your voice, you can hear the voice of your heart.
this brings peace to my memories of you.
i am happy that we were, at long last, able to part with a friendly tone.
let it become the melody of our past as time goes on, leaving nothing but a fading echo behind.
just as it feels my life is settling into a permanent state of chaos,
i see you starting to find your way at last.
this reassures me, at least, that i need not look back to make sure you're not lost.
goodbye my friend, my love. i wish you nothing but blessings in life~
Kiss MeLook at me with your soft brown eyesMore Like This
Put your soft hands on my waist
As my heart starts pounding
Lean forward slowly but gently
Close your eyes
Then press your pink tender lips upon mine
And let the magic flow between us
VeteranI know this place,More Like This
I know this blood,
I know these wastes,
I remember the red flood.
This is where I killed them,
My demons of an age gone,
If it’s reached the end,
Then am I back in the beyond?
This barren wasteland,
Painful and hot,
With nothing but red-stained sand,
I try to leave, but cannot.
Look, so far away,
A beauty like I’ve never seen before,
She’s running away,
Wait… She’s in the same war.
I run towards her, panicked and screaming,
Begging her to come to me,
She sees me, with tears streaming,
She’s the utmost beauty to see.
I run toward her with all my heart,
But one of them grabs her leg.
I run faster, but we’re so far apart.
She screams as it claws at her leg.
I see it… The demon… The same that tried to kill me long ago…
It looks at me, with blackened eyes,
And cracks a small, evil smile, as its sharp white teeth glow,
It bites into her leg once again. The rest aren’t far behind.
I’m not sure ho
Numb“The loneliest moment in someone’s life is when they are watching their whole world fall apart, and all they can do is stare blankly.”More Like This
- F. Scott Fitzgerald, The Great Gatsby
The drip-drop-drip of blood on concrete floor
to him is like a choral symphony.
A masterpiece about this inner war;
a play that's bound to end in tragedy.
And see, with every cut the pain does fade,
but pain is all he's capable to feel.
So deep into his skin he drives the blade
thus breaking once again the sacred seal
Of physical integrity. He knows
remorse will come. But does he have a choice?
All desperate, he no longer can compose
himself. Instead he listens to the voice
Inside his head demanding he should bleed
and promising the happy days to come.
Obedient is he, the wicked deed
a part of what he is: a mind gone numb.
uncertaini've drifted off so deep in my dreams and fantasies,More Like This
while you're trying to wake me up as i'm holding on fast.
afraid of the flood of emotions that would flow over me
and drown me, should i open my eyes.. and what else would i see?
i've become so detached that at this point only one part of me
recognizes you anymore, and is it really a surprise, here and now,
that i don't want to believe it? ..that i'd just want to keep sleeping?
IsabelleDarling, if you please,More Like This
will you listen to me?
I know it's far too late,
but I have to say I'm sorry.
I loved your light.
You loved my dark
but still we were strangers
to each other's hearts.
I won't make excuses,
so just listen to me.
Your face still haunts me
in my darkest dreams.
truth is, I don't wanna love you.Is it really fear?More Like This
Till my blood runs silver, pure mercury.
I know little of coherency.
Today feels like chalk and phlegm and pheromones.
I remain a retching mound of meat.
An undulating mass of muscles and organs.
When I thought of you I thought of flesh.
Sensation and numbness,
breathing while holding my breath
alive but always dead
I saw red, maraschino streaks.
Lines of flamingo pink creased across the surface.
Then I thought of flesh and blood and feeling
and for a second,
I couldn't hate you.
Is this fear?
I'm Not Who You Think I AmI’m not who you think I am.More Like This
The way I am around you-
It’s an armor,
Not revealing my misery.
I don’t know why they think I’m smart.
Because I always feel really stupid.
And I don’t know why you think
I’ve got so many friends.
You always see me around people
Maybe I look like I’m having a good time.
Because they don’t feel like my friends.
I don’t know why they think that
I’m a really good person and
have good character.
Maybe I look like I’m really nice
and seem like I do the right thing
But I don’t feel that way.
I wish it were true!
I’m a terrible person, really.
I’m a stupid person, for real.
I’m a lonely person, honestly.
And I’m not who you think I am.
Welcome To Hell, Part 2.A few moments after Daniel slunk to the floor in defeat, a stocky, matronly demon,More Like This
wearing a canteen staff uniform covered by an apron, a hat that covered her horns,
and a friendly smile emerged down the aisle, pushing a trolley of what he assumed to
be the refreshments they promised earlier.
"Co-ee!" she called out. "Are you the humans they promised sandwiches and
drinks earlier? Sorry for the delay," she chuckled. "There were quite a lot
of you, so it was a bit overwhelming for us. My, you're my fifth batch I have
to serve right now," and pointed at Daniel.
"You there," she said, "stand up, please? I don't want to run over your legs."
Daniel grunted and got up, still leaning on the wall.
The matronly demon then moved through the aisle, giving a packet of sandwiches and
a bottle of water to each person, but almost everyone had a complaint towards the
sandwiches she provided.
"This has fish in it," one protested. "I'm a vegetarian."
"This has pork in it," another called out. "it'
Welcome To Hell, Part 1."Where am I?" he thought to himself, as he opened his eyes.More Like This
Placing both his hands by the sides of a flat surface, he
pushed himself up, and looked around.
Despite the dim light, he saw that he's in some sort of a
hopsital room, with three other patients by his side. The odd
thing, however, was that they barely stirred when he woke up,
and he noticed that there was no medical apparatus
surrounding him or his fellow patients.
Confused, he looked down, and to his surprise, instead of a
hospital gown, he's wearing a brown shirt, jeans and a pair of
running shoes, with his denim jacket hanging by the side.
He quickly put it on and climbed out of bed. Without wasting
any time, he made his way through the the door, and walked down the
dimly-lit, grimy corridor, passing more rooms of sleeping or
unconcious patients until he reached yet another set of doors.
He unlatched it, and he froze when he saw that he's facing the
receptionist's counter directly. Unsure of what to do, he considered
Little Red HousesLittle red house on the corner left to fadeMore Like This
Tire swing swaying above a sparkling blade
Silver gown, just for the hour
Starts out sweet then you taste the sour
A little girl's heart doesn't last for long
When a little girl gone right goes horribly wrong
One little fall means blood on the breeze
Little red house with a ghost to please.
Can't you hear the voices?More Like This
Can't you hear the voices?
As they ring inside my head
Can't you see the faces?
Painted in the blood so red
Can't you taste the poison?
As it rests upon your tongue
Can't you hear the voices?
Then you do not belong.
DoughnutsSo soft and sweet, a pulchritudinous momentMore Like This
Held together by the taste upon my tongue
An indescribably phenomenal happiness
Come on, let’s smile while we’re young
So soft and sweet, though we near the end
For this is where we belong…
This is how we manage to smile today
And we smile even after it’s gone.
Get Over It“You’re just sad.”More Like This
“Suck it up.”
And the worst?
“Get over it.”
I’m not just sad. I suffer from depression
Waiting for happiness’s resurrection.
I can’t just forget it, it’s in me for good
I can’t do the things that I know I should.
I’m not just sad. I’m broken. I’m lost.
I’ve tried everything to fix it, no matter the cost.
I’ve carried a blade just to hold to my wrist.
I’ve carried a dream inside of my fist.
I’ve talked about it, like they say I should do
But all my efforts are stopped by ignorant people like you.
“You’re just sad.”
“Suck it up.”
And the worst?
“Get over it.”
But I will.Fight me.More Like This
I promise not to fight back.
I promise to smile, I promise to laugh.
I promise to be nice
Even if it's a sacrifice.
I promise to be strong
Even when you treat me wrong.
Because I've learned how to deal with ignorance
Better than you've learned how to use it.
And I promise to smile, and promise to laugh.
Yes, I promise.
I won't (but I will) fight back.