The Face At The DoorThe face at the door is a demon, a god
He smiles through stitches, his stare rather odd
The face at the door is a cruel, silent being
Yet, people are calm, and the children aren't fleeing
Quiet yourself, for you're the only one
Crying for help at the point of a gun
Learn how to fly, rather, learn how to fall,
The face at the door... well... there's no face at all.
Hurt...Why is it,More Like This
That when you try your best
Not to hurt a soul...
You end up getting hurt
More than anybody else?
I am Sean (Trigger Warning)Last autumn, I murdered a girl named Summer.More Like This
Summer looked just like the sound of her name: the hum of a firefly harmonizing with the quiet growl of a motorcycle riding into a star-drenched night. She had a glow from the inside right out and an irresistible bite.
A senior in high school, Summer had her sights on Yale, hell, she had the plane ticket and the acceptance letter snuggled in the shoulder bag she carried everywhere. Her best friend, Danielle, made it for her 17th birthday. Despite her party being the biggest of the year, Danielle found a secluded enough place to tearfully give her best friend the gift. It was a quilted piece. Danielle was probably the craftiest and most thoughtful person Summer had ever met. They had gone on a small road trip only last year. Danielle took quiet pictures of sights, of laughter, of youth and the seemingly endless days. She printed these onto fabric and sewed together the memories of the best parts of their friendship. Even with all they ha
Sixty-one SecondsIt took him sixty-one seconds to die. I counted.More Like This
The beach was only a walk away from there, and the sun was beating down on our heads and our hats. We hid under the trees and laughed. We were in love, if that's what love meant. We hugged each other, as we walked down the burning pavement in loud flip-flops and ripped shorts.
We were so close. I didn't know that that would be the last time I'd ever see him alive.
I was nervous when I told him, that if we were really in love, we would be together forever. He giggled softly, and told me forever was a long time. I knew that of course. It was too good to be true, I thought. He told me not to think about forever, and we sat on the park bench, overlooking the beach. I leaned my head on his shoulder and I felt his smile light up above me, and I smiled too and closed my eyes. Everything was perfect, that moment there, it felt like forever, a good kind of forever.
We didn't notice the shouting. We were too in love.
Love can do that. Love is blin
BorderlineI dreamed once that I saw your face inMore Like This
my mirror, rippling prolifically like
water on glass on my face,
and then I was drowning, and I
too fast into your watery eyes.
Without imagination, prosaically as you
could, you told me you
loved me and hoped we'd meet again
soon. I smiled, propri
My Dear SisterWhy did you had to go thereMore Like This
To a school far away from me
Why did you had to be a witch
Every time I called you a freak
I never really meant it
I was just jealous
My dear sister
Now you are gone
And I blame it on your world
You left me your kid
He has you eyes Lily
Your beautiful green eyes
And every time I look at them
I think of you
Of how happy you where to get your letter
And then I think of that Snape kid
I blame him the most
Because he took you away from me
And told you about all those things
Maybe if he wasn't the one who told us what you where
I would accept you
I really wanted you in my life
And you can't believe how much I miss you
But you are gone
You died for Harry
I'll take care of him Lily
But I also blame him
If he wasn't born
You would be safe and alive
I miss you Lily
I hope one day we will meet again
And you will forgive me
SchizophreniaShh.More Like This
Look behind you.
"Are you okay?"
Shapes, forms, bodies, animals, plants
Shifting, moving, being
"What's wrong with you?"
You're a freak.
No one wants you.
You should kill yourself, let them out of their misery
Or we'll do the job for you.
"They're fake, you know."
No they're not.
"What are you doing?"
This is how I live.
Save me, from the monsters, the shadows
"What can I do?"
You can stop.
You can stop being ignorant
LabelsAttention seeker?More Like This
Maybe fighting for acception.
Rather, suffering rejection...
Maybe breaking for direction...
Perhaps dying for correction...
Maybe hurting for affection..
So maybe before you label someone just because you don't feel a connection...
Maybe fix yourself before you point out imperfections.
Alone...Alone...More Like This
ALONE IN A ROOM FULL OF PEOPLE...
That's how the saying goes
They all paralyze
And it never really shows
ALONE IN A ROOM FULL OF PEOPLE...
A feeling always left unsaid
Never a bother
To any others
Leaving you feeling dead
ALONE IN A ROOM FULL OF PEOPLE...
It doesn't fade away
It stays in your stomach
Your spirits will plummet
Engulfing the rest of your day
Now you know how I really feel
From each hour to the next
I am alone in a room full of people...
Come Home Soon"Did you mean it?"More Like This
"Did I mean what, love?"
"When you said you weren't going to die?"
A long, tense silence follows the question as Arthur looks over at his brother carefully, brows furrowing slightly as he quickly ponders where on earth the question had come from. It must be the result of his sibling's silence for the past ten minutes, assuming the younger had been thinking during that time and not merely been half-asleep, although what may have planted a seed of doubt in the child's mind currently eludes Arthur. He analyses Peter's face carefully, although his expression is rather difficult to read at present; he doesn't look sad, despite his enquiry, but he still seems void of any of the positive energy he usually radiates so much. There's a small glimmer of curiosity in his eyes, if anything, and Arthur wonders how long it will remain there, depending on his response. The answer to the question isn't something the elder Kirkland particularly wants to give, and is uncertain of himse
You're Not?You're anorexic if you're thinMore Like This
You're not? Then you're obese.
If you're different, you're insane
You're not? Then you're a fake.
If you're happy, you're hiding something.
You're not? You must be emo.
If you're dating, you're a slut.
You're not? You must have no friends.
If you're popular, you're a jerk.
You're not? You're a nobody.
If you're quiet, you must be disabled.
You're not? You obnoxious freak.
If you're you, you're wrong.
Then you must be perfect.
I am not a stereotypeSlide the blade across your wrist.More Like This
"Doesn't it hurt?"
I can't feel anything.
Punch your own stomach.
Does it hurt yet?
"Why do you do that?"
The pain makes me feel alive.
"I don't know."
"What's wrong with you?"
I'm dead inside.
I'm just depressed.
Stare at your arms.
"What are you doing?"
I just have low self esteem.
I'm just human.
I'm just me.
Daddy, Daddy.Daddy, daddy! Come play with me.More Like This
I'll be the princess filled with glee.
You'll be the king, you'll reign over the sea.
Daddy, daddy, come play with me!
Daddy, daddy! Let's play a game
I'll grow up and like magic, i'll change
Into somebody so odd and so strange
Daddy, Daddy. Let's play a game.
Dad, hey dad! Let's do something fun.
I'll pull the trigger of this heavy gun
After I've given you some time to run
Dad, hey dad, let's have some fun.
Dad, come on now, can't you see?
This knife in your back and this bullet in your knee
It's who I've become, who I've grown to be.
Daddy, come on...
Come play with me.
CyberbulliesI know you, but you don't know me.More Like This
I know what I've heard, and I know what I've seen.
You're such a slut (at least that's how it'll seem)
I'll spit at you with hatred until you start to bleed.
I know where you've been and I know what you've done.
I know who you are... now let's have some fun.
"Did you hear about that girl?"
"Yeah. She's so disgusting."
I know you, and I know where to call.
I know you, but you don't know me at all.
I'll dial your number, and hey, it's ringing!
I can't wait to hear your cries singing.
"Slut." "Whore." "Freak." "Weirdo." "Loser."
Well, you're all mine now, so where do i start?
I know! I'll start at the back of your heart.
That guy that you like? Well, we'll pretend we're him.
What should we make him say? Oh, where to begin?
"You're so ugly." "Anorexic!" "Do you always look this bad?"
Next day at school, and you didn't show up.
The teacher comes in with a horrible look.
"She killed herself. Last ni
You have a choice.Life. Full of laughter, full of smiles.More Like This
Full of love and happiness.
Life. Full of tears, full of bruises.
Choose a path. Ashes or rose petals?
Black or blue eyes.
Loud or soft cries.
Cherish the smiles.
Wipe away the tears.
Because life is too short, to be living in fear.
Say SomethingSay something.More Like This
Allow the words to form as a hurricane
Amongst the tip of your tongue.
Force the voice within you outwards from your chest,
And cause the echo to slam against the walls,
You are broken,
And darling, you must beg
Have you not witnessed the crime of
The crime of
Into the fog of our own predicaments?
We are taught to fill our minds
With the hatred we have for them
And curve the bullet of cruelty
In order to penetrate our own
You are hurt,
Left here in an endless abyss
Of suffering and emotional destruction.
Wishing, dreaming, hoping,
Perhaps even craving
A gust of wind filled with realization
To lift us, carry us,
Upwards into reality.
Darling, you’re breaking.
the three of usWe've walked together,More Like This
my friend Depression and I
until the years stretched on
both behind me and ahead,
until the idea of forever
no longer frightened me,
there are three of us;
on my left is Depression,
but on my right is Hope.
"Where have you been?"
I asked, taking his hand.
"Waiting for you."
Depression is easy.
Not that it's gentle but it is intimate, like a lover, like a shadow. We are practically domestic in how well I know his intricate patterns, his tricks and tools of the trade, and tears are as much a balm as they are a routine. I never had reason to think that things would ever change between us, but when I look at him now, the reflection is imperfect, the details are wrong, and it's easier to peel his hands from my skin. There is something out of sync, and shockingly, I think it's me.
I had a moment the other day, and I have failed thus far to convey to anyone just how important it was to me, but I'll try again fo
You said you'd burn bridges for meI broke my bonesMore Like This
in the end
as I burned,
the only answer
was it you
to rip my heart out I hate this thing inside of meMore Like This
conceived from loneliness.
The straining storm against my body threatening to break free;
To rip my stomach open and
To rip my heart out too.
You're My MusicYou’ve got me hypnotized like the beat of a songMore Like This
Moving like you’ve taken control
Hips sway, but not for long
You change it up, you’re against me
We flow in sync
No time to think
Passion, excitement, fills the air
It’s really hard to have a care
We’re one, two souls in fusion
It’s all clear, no confusion
We’re made for each other
There won’t be another
Not like you, music to my ears
No one else hears
Like a secret, you’re mine only
No more being lonely
MarionetteAnd so the show beginsMore Like This
The divine audience watches
from the clouds above
The puppeteer begins his motions
bringing life to the inanimate
Controlling his Marionette
with strings of air
and consistent rhythm
He knows this all too well
He has done this before
He has practiced this many times
He calls himself Fate
Alone he designed the script
He keeps his audience in suspense
as they anticipate his next move
It will make for another great show
I am the Marionette
controlled by his invisible strings
manipulated to his amusement
I put on a show for the audience
They laugh at my jokes
They applaud my success
They cry for my loss
as Fate prepares my next lines
I thrive in the attention
Fate is a professional
He knows what he is doing
He has done this before
but I do not trust his decisions
This is my show
I am the star
I want to be in control
I try to resist
but Fate always reels me back in
Pulling at me
Tugging at me
with his strings of air
improvising the scenario
all of wh
Higher GroundI've been looking for a way out.More Like This
I've had my head down and my heart on my shoulders.
My pride in the ground while I drag it in the dirt.
I let you do this to me once, I won't let you do it again.
I'll become the warrior I used to be, and I'll show you the strength you took from me.
My fairy tale will have it's happy ending.
I'll be walking on higher ground.
UnboundI've become unbound.More Like This
My heart is throbbing at the sound.
Chains release me from this prison.
I find myself rising...
My mind becomes a blessing.
It caresses me ever so gently.
Magic falters from me, the thought of you slipping.
I'm free from my cage.
I can spread my wings.
I've become a new being.
One you cannot tame.
The Bruised and BrokenShe is the daughter of the kingMore Like This
The bruised and broken
Spilling the blood of her enemies,
The crown lays,
Abound with anger
She is but strong,
Blood drenched hands and knees
It seeps through the snow
A Silent SongMy love for you is incredibleMore Like This
It resounds through my heart like the notes of a finely tuned piano
Each key you choose to press resonates in my soul
A beautiful concerto for our ears alone
And we sing
Our hearts together
Our concerto becomes a symphony
Angels would weep at its beauty if only they could hear
And in the night when I yearn for your touch
The violins die down
The piano softens its strokes
Soft at first the drums begin
The beat of your heart
The heat of your skin
The taste of your mouth
The violins erupt with music
Loud and passionate
Our bodies sing what our mouths can not
The drums continue
Loud and strong as our hearts pound together
The final part of the show
The performance of the night
The music slows and fades
In the dark the piano plays softly
To the very last key
The night takes over
The curtain falls
I close my eyes
Behind the embrace of night I dream
Dreams of tomorrow when I can hear our silent song...
Guilt that eatsMaybe I should have questionedMore Like This
why your teeth always chattered
like fingers clicking on a typewriter,
and why your fingernails
looked as though faint, blue ink
had bled through
but who questions anything
at the age of sixteen
and maybe I should have noticed
the lunches you spent
or listening to music,
as you gave away your lunch,
because you said
you were not hungry-
and I silently thought
more for me
and maybe I should have wondered
why you walked through the hallways
with pockets of graphite
under your eyes,
as your knees knocked together
like keys on a lanyard:
and maybe then
I wouldn't sit here with guilt
that eats at me-
like you never did.
Watcher AppreciationSo it's been a crazy time lately in terms of family affairs and other personal matters, and waking up today, I realized all this private struggle has been making me into someone who at times, can be extremely hard to deal with and hard to have patience towards.More Like This
That made me wonder how I still have as many followers as I do, with all the vents and mixed messages I post in my gallery on a regular basis, and all the depressing updates and self-depriciating memes. I really realized that through everything, there has been a lot of support coming from all of you guys watching me. Everyone is always so ready to talk and help and support me and it's really amazing what a close community we are. There are even people who don't follow me who are just so kind and caring; so today I just thought I'd do a journal to recognize some of you guys who have really helped me a lot these past few months.
I don't have time to get to everyone, but please know that I sincerely appreciate and am thankful
i wrote this last night during a panic attackMore Like This
claw out the eyes of god like you deserve to be the last thing he ever sees stand the hell up hospital girl and just once take the i.vs outta your arms like you actually believe you're more than just novocain and tragedy tiger-striped up in medical tape drop your damn crutches like you're dropping your jaw and for once talk like the people who're supposed to love you will love you this time you write so scared and you speak like theres hell in your throat and you're doing everyone a favor by locking it up you tremble like you've got lilies pinned to your spine and you smile like a dog kissing highway asphalt you're inhuman self-sacrifice skin and holy shit you can't possibly see yourself you can't understand what it really looks like you can't or they wouldn't be there and there are two things i will never understand schrödinger's cat and how you hate because you flinch from people like you wanna be held and you punish yourself like you wanna be loved and you grin at strang
mhmokay.More Like This
that's 85 out of 358 feedback messages.
That occurred from my general laziness.
So, for fun, let's go through all of these together.
"Oh jolly, what good fun!"
FIRST OFF, some of these are from April.
SCRATCH THAT; most of these are from April.
So, thank you for the favorite:
the fail-structureknobby spine ridge'd likeMore Like This
tors 'neath flesh
where every sharp disc is
another step to paw-
no one will know of this chine in this body,
how god sutured stairways in stiff wing-bones-
no one will know of the quake in her rachis-
he never made a creature
that could climb its own spine
im running out of ways to tell you how im dyingdear heavy-eye princess,More Like This
how long has it been since you have
slept how long has it been since you have
slept how long has it been since the stars
did not call you out by name how long
has it been since they last were not at
war with your blood and your body how long
has it been since comets last did not wage across
your spine in trails of violet how long has it been
since the moon was not that melancholic eye
persecuting your veins persecuting your skin
how long has it been since it last dripped as a
mere simper upon viewing your slumbering form how
long has it been since your vomit did not reek of rain water and
peat the stones are prattling of your disease the riverbeds
blanch and recede at the stench of your petrichor retching the
breasts of robins bleed the juices of their heart soak through their
delicate down princess how long has it been how long has it been how
long has it been since the skies were last silent for
you how long since the daises did
if you love me you will not fear hellborn of dragon born of devilMore Like This
born in ruin born in fire
i am hurricane breakers swallowing homes if only
to make myself into a place worth living in i am
roach left head-less hissing fuck your philosophies i am
giver of heat i am clinging desperate sweltering body i am hell-chested i am
brick upon brick upon goddamn brick when asked if my walls have ends i
am cement foundations poured over our graveyards i am burdened by mountains yet i am
i am savage steel cities empire-bodied i am festering star-infections i am
bastard child of the arts i am fallacy-fucker i am wolf-mother i am love-beater
i am drug-maker i am gauze-dolly i am wrist-kisser i am tremble-holder i am
heart-wrecker i am day-breaker i am daisy-gutter i am flower-cutter
i am scape-willow i am skeleton flower i am king-killing hare i am
rotei've seen what it looks like to be happy and it looks better than okay butMore Like This
i can't know for sure
i've seen red-dogs pulled into a home and i've seen
red-dogs that don't even know what it means to feel okay feel
better than okay
happiness looked better than okay but then
i couldn't know for sure
i've seen what it looks like to be confused and it looks less than okay but
i don't think i know for sure
i've seen penny-dogs sit by a window for days and i've seen
penny-dogs that don't even know what it means to feel okay feel
less than okay
confusion looked less than okay but then
i didn't think i knew for sure
i've seen what it looks like to be lost and it looks much less than okay and
i think i know for sure
i've seen sorrel-dogs pulled into the streets and i've seen
sorrel-dogs that don't even know what it means to feel okay feel
much less than okay
loss looked much less than okay and
i think i knew for sure
i've seen what it looks like to be loved and it look
M8 U DON EVEN NO MI1: What is your name and does it mean anything?More Like This
olivia is a latin name, originally coming from 'olive tree'.
it means peace and fertility, and, *coughs* obviously, olive.
2: How long have you known your best friend?
i've known Jenii-senpai since we were little rp nooblets in seventh grade<3 we met while rping her badass cat OC giving my possessed cat OC an exorcism<3
i've known Liam since like a few months ago but DAYUM it feels longer. the nerd sent me a note and yeah we just never really shut up after that.
i met Mama Phee freshmen year and i just didn't stop following her around. she says she hates me but she's knows she luvs mi<3
3: What position do you normally sleep in?
all of them, usually pressed back against mi body pillow bc it is mi spooning buddy
4: Were you a part of any “clique” in high school?
i guess I'm part of that one group of quite people that have a jackass in their midst.
i of course being the jackass
senpai go fuk urselfツンデレ Tsundere (Harsh Outside-Gentle Inside)More Like This
[X] You come off as sort of aloof to other people. [I'm a delightful smartass]
[ ] In public, you intentionally refrain from showing weaknesses
[ ] You have a secret obsession with something cute.
[ ] You pretend that you hate your crush even though you really love him/her [yes this makes sense]
[X] You blush when people point out your sensitivities.
[XXX] You blush when people tell sexual jokes. […fck u]
ヤンデレ Yandere (Gentle Outside-Harsh Inside)
[X] You're very sweet and kind in public. [sweet and saucy more like]
[ ] When romance becomes a topic of discussion, people say your personality changes drastically.
[ ] You know some sort of martial art, swordplay, or otherwise [son do i look lyke a fkin ninja 2 u]
[ ] You have a crush who you'd literally kill for. [no but listen m8 if u ever need
The CourtMore Like This
Make your rounds through the unseelie court.
Fill your chalice with flames,
as you creep along the corridors
filled with creatures on gossamer wing.
Steal a bite of the forbidden fruit,
the one that tastes of silk.
Run swiftly through the catacombs
with bodies pale as milk.
Dash quickly down the chambers,
knock the redcap out the way,
for if you do not make it,
an ever after price you'll pay.
"Just a bit further now" you think
as night takes dark magic tones.
There it is, throw yourself down,
you're at King Roiben's throne.
© Kayla Snuffer - April 4, 2006
The Unseelie Queen The UnseelieMore Like This
People say we are evil; we are not. We enjoy the pleasures of shadows; unrestrained lust, mindless violence, blood, shattered bones (and, admittedly, we do shatter mortals' sanity every now and then), but we are not evil.
The Ly Ergs shed blood because they crave it, not to intenionally cause pain. The Banshee sings (keens, screams, cries) in the face of death, but that is her way of mourning. The Hounds spread fear by their mere prescence, but they can't help that (although the fear does feed us, as does the pain, the lust, the anger, it feeds us, keeps us strong).
The Unseelie court 2The Unseelie courtMore Like This
The dwelling place of the fey
Knights and jesters
Wanderers and thieves
Mages and murderers
All united under the banner of their queen
Beguiling and terrifying both.
Ice and fire both, here its description goes
As told by sages of old
It is as beautiful as a feather in descent slow, as beautiful as entrails on the marble raw.
As beautiful as icicles, Faerie wings impaled
As beautiful as diamond, mortal blood they trail
As beautiful as poppies, broken hearts they bloom
As beautiful as looms, human hair they weave
As beautiful as lark, sorrow is her song
Beauty and Beast
Sorrow and Euphoria
Pleasure and pain
This court of Fey is all things said
So beware mortals who dare tread
In the world of the moonlit veil's stead
Eat no food
And touch no wine
For if touched, a spell they weave
To bind the soul and break iron will
Till you are a puppet on strings
To jerk and twitch as they please.
Like a rag doll in the rain
A stain unwashable
For nothing wil
The Unseelie courtThe Unseelie CourtMore Like This
As beautiful as a feather in descent slow, as beautiful as entrails on marble raw
As beautiful as icicles, Faerie wings impaled
As beautiful as diamond, Mortal blood they trail
Identity CrisisI am well knownMore Like This
across the world
by every boy
and every girl.
But they're all so deathly
scared of me.
Even the ocean and the sea
to escape from me.
You know my name:
I am Death.
I did not
choose this career,
but every and all
refuse to come near.
They hate me
because I make them alone,
but my story's side
is sadly unknown.
I hate my job
and the things that I do.
I hate myself
because I hurt you.
Ponderance of Timetime is but a sad illusionMore Like This
the cause of great confusion
to further approach death each day
why must it be this way
should not each day bring us closer to life
would that not rid this existances strife
might we see eternal love
hear the eternal song of a dove
linger peacefully in lifes new pace
bask in the serenity of a loves embrace
with no worry or care
without disease and despair
WelcomeThe dark glutton,More Like This
The seeker of sin,
Feed me your soul,
And I'll burn you within.
Trapped in the fire,
There is no hope,
All thanks to the demon,
That you woke.
Heaven can't help you,
And God wont listen,
The wrath of the angels,
Makes your eyes glisten.
Buried beneath the Earth that you soiled,
Destroying the work of those who have toiled,
Perverting the world with your vice,
You took a chance and rolled the wrong dice.
Tell me my friend,
Was it worth this end?
Screaming, now you are alone.
Taken from life,
To live out this strife.
Screaming, now you are alone.
You prayed for a while,
But then you were swayed,
How does it feel,
To be forever decayed?
Tortured and bleeding,
Forever in Hell,
In the company of,
Those who fell.
Your soul is now mine,
Nothing can save you,
Not even the divine,
Or the one that made you.
Evil the temptress,
The vile seductress,
Led you from grace,
Into this horrid place.
When you gasped your last breath,
And embraced your death,
Screaming, now you are alone.
Twizzlers (LokixReader One-shot)You made your way down the hall and left the living room, not looking back at the Avengers who were still bickering. Even when you were at the end of the hall you could still hear them arguing. You sighed shaking your head. Looks like the Avengers would never change. Taking a deep breath, you approached the library door. The God of Mischief was most likely behind that door. About two years had passed since the attack of New York. Loki had come back to Midgard to earn everyone's trust again. It was taking some time but slowly, very slowly, he was earning everyone's trust again. To say that you didn't have a crush on the God would be a lie. You knew he was dangerous and could break your heart like a twig and not care less about it. Loki was trickster; one who was always switching sides from good to evil. Sadly your heart couldn't help but love him.More Like This
Knocking on the door two times, you made your way inside even though he didn't respond to you. You peeked inside to see all sort
I Did It For Her (LokixReader One-Shot)The stars were out, creating a blanket of night above your head. A light breeze came by, making the trees sway and dance with each other in the wind. You sighed content with yourself as you took a sip from your hot cocoa. Your body was warming up as you leaned against the cool glass on your window seat.More Like This
Even at night the city of Asgard sparkled.
Thor had once said that it was similar to a Midgardian city called New York. When you saw a picture of the place, you knew it was nothing compared to Asgard.
Looking above at the stars and velvet red and silken purple galaxies that lay beyond, you couldn't help but feel.....empty. Glancing at your bed that you had once shared with someone, you realized why.
It has been so long since you had last seen your neglected Prince. Once he had learned about his true past, he was never the same again. He became cold and distant. Sometimes he was like that with you. It saddened you to think that this was who he was now. But you still had hope
Phan - Just Another One-Night Stand~~SMUT WARNING!~~SMUT WARNING!~~SMUT WARNING!~~More Like This
Dan hated studying law. He hated all the boring lectures. He hated all the hard exams. The only thing he didn't hate about being in university was all the partying. Every weekend there were at lest 4 parties. And you could find Dan at every single one of them, every weekend. Partying was one of the very few things that made him feel alive, made him enjoy the boringness that was his life.
Dan had a girlfriend, Lucy, but he didn't quite know why they were dating. They hardly saw each other and when they did, they had sex and that was it. No cuddling, no romantic dinners, no long meaningful talks. Just sex.
Not that Dan would complain, he rather like their relationship. He could phone her whenever he was horny and she would come over and pleasure him; and Dan would do the same for her. Their relationship was based on sex, not on love.
So it wasn't really surprising how often Dan had already cheated on her. He usually wasn't one
Phan - Sleep With MeIt was three in the morning and of course Dan was still awake. He usually was, but tonight it was different because he wasn’t up because something interesting kept him up or because he still had to finish a video.More Like This
The reason was his flat mate and best friend Phil who despite having promised to be home at midnight, still hadn’t turned up and Dan was worried as fuck. Because let’s be honest Phil wasn’t exactly scary looking or anything - the perfect victim for a robbery, really.
Maybe Dan was a bit exaggerating there, but everything was possible with Phil. He usually attracts the weirdest people anyone could imagine. So why shouldn’t he cross paths with a murder or something tonight?
Dan sighed, pacing up and down in their lounge while fumbling with his phone. Should he call Phil? After all it had been three hours since he was due to get home. It was only naturally for Dan to worry about his best friend, right?
“Oh fuck it.” With that Phil’
GalateaSometimes, she is my mistressMore Like This
Sneaking in through my window and seducing me out of sleep
She keeps me up past sunrise, whispering sweet promises in my ear
Silencing me with her smoldering passion, stripping me until inspiration strikes
She makes me sing, until the sheets are slathered in a thick skin of poetry
Sending shivers up my spine and igniting my senses with her ghostly fingers
She is a lover and a shadow, nowhere to be seen when I wake
Sometimes, she is my psychosis
Suffocating and strong, I can do nothing but submit to her grasp
She seethes, like a snake constricting around me until my sight blurs to smoke
Slowly, she consumes me with sick reverence and searing obsession
She stifles me because she refuses to be restrained, yet I long for her kiss
Severing haggard breaths from my lips, leaving me stunned and aching
She is a succubus and a nightmare, haunting me
Sometimes, she is my saint
Stifling sobs against my shoulder, shaking me until my tears start to fall
She has so much
Sometimes, when I'm sadSometimes, when I'm sadMore Like This
I remember that one time,
All I had to worry about was
If the bubbles I had blown, were about to
Sometimes, when I'm sad
I remember that one time,
I began to worry about the day that
My childhood would simply
Sometimes, when I'm sad
I remember that some day,
When I'm sitting with my husband
In the old old house... my days will simply
And that day,
The day when my heartbeat is
The day when my breath
Truly gets taken away.
That's the day
When my worries, my concerns, my fears...
Stop asking me...Stop asking me what's wrongMore Like This
Because I'm never going to answer.
Stop telling me it gets better
Because I've accepted that it'll never change.
Stop begging me to let you in
Because even then, I'm just going to fake a smile.
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.”
Therapists, I don't like their taste.i.More Like This
in 7th grade
i didn’t know depression
until she told me her name,
carving forever scratches
along my limbs like
little love notes on the bark
of a tree.
she stole my rings
and left me hollow.
i had only ever met anxiety
in passing, until one day
he handed me power and told me
to hurt someone else with it.
with an uncontrollable
quivering in my fingers,
he whispered, “ to survive,
you must learn quickly.”
as i shoved the bevel of a needle
into a strangers arm.
so, if a therapist
could talk away my scars
like iodine disinfects,
guide the ships
through the storm of my mind
like a lighthouse-
instead of pills,
if a therapist could
give me the strength
i might just
take my chances.
You don't just die.Do you understand?More Like This
The blade against your wrist
Doesn't just slice your skin.
It cuts through others
Do you understand?
You don't just kill yourself.
You kill everyone.
From YOUR goodbyes.
Do you understand?
You don't just die.
You take everyone down
The Incarnation Of HateMore Like This
Hate didn't mean to hurt the girl.
Of course she didn't.
She wanted to help.
Hate knew pain when she saw it. This girl was in pain.
The girl looked so sad, her face was leaking...
She looked lost, Hate knew what that felt like.
Hate was lost too.
She had wandered from her home without meaning to.
She had passed through the gates of hell and just kept walking,
and soon she had no idea where she was.
The air was clean out here, she was used to fire and the smell of burning flesh of the damned.
Out here everything was brightly coloured, light, and smelled fresh. Hate was confused by it all.
When she first arrived she was scared.
So she had sat down on the ground, her body had started to shake and her eyes had started to sting. She had put her hands to them to try and stop the stinging. But when she pulled them away they were wet. Leaking. Hate's eyes were leaking.
Just like the girls where.
Magic WandDragons fly through poison skies, their whispers in the windMore Like This
Ladybugs in black sandcastles, scratches on your skin
Hopscotch over quicksand, and a castle made of dirt
Shining silver crowns and dancing 'round in spinning skirts
Bloody, ruined princesses locked up in towers tall
Watching as the prince quickly begins to fall
Slowly, as the innocence does take her darling life
Please do watch now, as the magic wand becomes a knife...
AnxietySometimes,More Like This
Sick isn't something
You can see.
When I'm standing there -
Fists bracing -
For 'no reason at all',
I hope it makes you
Feel big and tall,
To tell me I'm being stupid.
When I can't talk to someone -
Because my throat is dry,
And I feel sick,
Like I can't
Catch my breath,
Like I'm going to cry
Like I'm hurtling
Towards death -
Don't tell me to
'Get over myself'.
When I'm crying -
And my knees
And I'm too scared
And every heart
Makes me jump -
How can you tell me
I need to 'grow up'?
When I can't get on a bus -
Because so many people,
So many eyes,
And my mind is force-feeding
Me so many lies -
Don't tell me I 'think I'm better
Than everyone else'.
I'm trying my hardest.
Really, I am.
Would you tell someone with a broken leg
To just get up and walk?
Would you tell someone with no tongue
To open their mouth and talk?
Would you tell a wingless angel
So tell me why -
When it is
-do notMore Like This
who i should be
what to believe
who i am
i am not you
and you are not me.
this is a warning.i.More Like This
The first thing you need
to know about people is this:
If you cut off our head,
we will grow two in its place.
We will divide and conquer
until there's nothing left
but tiny gaping mouths,
clacking and salivating
at the crumbs of an empire.
They tell me hurt is like
a paper cut:
quick and forgotten,
Hurt is the first step
off a balcony,
the first gasp
in a chain reaction
screaming from the railing
to beyond the pavement.
When I finally hit the ground,
I looked up and saw my halo
dangling from the edge,
He said, she said,
I wanted, he lost, she won,
I ruined this, I broke your heart,
he left me,
I miss you.
This is nothing new.
Your tragedy is always
what's it like to realize
every slash on your soul
has an identical twin?
What's it like to know
you're going to die
the same way everyone does:
scared and alone?
We are disposable.
The hydra g
When you lose a best friendWhen we said friends forever andMore Like This
crossed pinkies like grade-schoolers,
I could only believe those words
lodged in your heart
like they did mine
because every time I think back
I can't help but remember the
under star lit constellations,
and study sessions where we
learned more about each other
than we did Biology
but now it's clear
that each beat of your heart
has made those words fade,
and you could care less
about crossed pinkies
but I'll still see you,
and hear your voice
and I'll still wish
the meaning hadn't changed-
Art Feature!! :BEDIT: Changed the journal skin so it's easier to see xDMore Like This
The first 10 people to comment on this journal will be featured with my 5 favourite deviations from their gallery!
You then have to do this thing in your journal too, putting me as the first feature.
PAGE_1:The keepers: by Ravaquishrug by Ravaqui1st... by Ravaqui
Free flying by bdehkteTraitor by bdehkteAT: Castiel by bdehkteHiccup and Toothless by bdehkteHiccup by bdehkte
No More Pain by shadowmacer66In The Beginning by shadowmacer66Broken Trust (Just Run) by shadowmacer66Nothing Left by shadowmacer66Sorry (Mistakes Made) by shadowmacer66
Still BeautifulA woman with a penisMore Like This
Is still a woman
And she is still beautiful.
A man with a vagina
Is still a man
And he is still beautiful.
Two men or women in love
Are still in love
And that love is still beautiful.
A person who is agender
Is still a person
And that person is still beautiful.
A human who is 'different'
Is still a human
And that human is still beautiful.
My DiseaseMy fingers bleed wordsMore Like This
that my lips cannot say.
When they try to trickle out,
I scowl and turn away.
It may not be contagious,
but it is a disease.
Holding myself deep inside,
it's getting hard to breathe.
Lies come so easy,
to cover up the truth.
It’s like my second nature,
grown from my very youth.
It’s deeper than conviction,
more earnest than a thought.
It’s my way
It’s my life
It is my disease.
150+ Watchers Giveaway thingy? (Closed)Hey guys!!More Like This
I kinda realized a few days ago that I've reached 152 watchers! That's seriously awesome!! Thank you all for the watch!!
So, I wanted to give something in return to you guys for being so awesome but I didn't know what and since I live in a really awkward place to send people prices, I just thought about giving drawings as gifts (Hope it's not to crappy xD)
So yeah, I'll be giving 3 winners of the "giveaway" a free drawing but in order for you to participate you'll have to follow this rules first:
First off, you have to be watching me, obviously (No cheating, I'll check) You have to favorite this journal to enter the giveaway, your entry number will be your number on the favorites list, I'll choose 3 at random by using random.org
Once the giveaway is over I'll let the winners know via note, you'll have 24 hours to answer or I'll give the price to someone else chosen at random
1st place will get som
Random Interesting Fact 28Abraham Lincoln faces to the right on a penny while all the other presidents face to the left on US coins.More Like This