There was a guy in your high school that you really, really liked. He was about 2 years older than you and in his junior year. So yes, you were but a cute, little freshman with a cute, little infatuation on your senpai.
You first laid eyes upon him on the first day of school. All freshman had to pick a club to join, so the older students were tabling for their respective organizations, Ping Pong Club, Computer Science Team, Math Society, Spanish Honors Club, etc etc.
And there was one table that you noticed only had one student. A raven-haired male with steely grey eyes was sitting cross-legged in a seat as he leaned back and sketched a picture in his notebook. It wasn't necessarily his appearance that caught your attention but rather the way everybody seemed to avoid him as if he were the plague.
But they didn't seem to hate him....no, it was as if they were scared of him.
True, he gave o
2. Hydra Stuck in an argument? Feel like you're losing or the other person is making points that are too logical for you to even attempt to debate against just fucking silly to you? Re-jump into the same argument using a double account. Two heads are better than one, right? So two accounts must make your side all the more valid. If you can make an account where no one can guess that it's yours, all the more bonus points for you and your craftiness at hiding yourself on the internet. If you're -that- clever online, you must surely be a master ninja in real life. Additionally, telling the person the same thing using a different account name ensures that they see your side of things more cle
Ive never kissed a boy before.
Frank slowly moved his eyes from the movie to his friend, who returned a sort of half-bored expression, as if hed just asked about the
That’s what you called me
The second time we spoke
You said I glittered
But the gold had long since then
Left the contours
Of my jaws
that I don’t know how to
I am a diffracted spectrum
That knows no bounds
you said I reminded you
of your abusive uncle
and you tried to seek solace and safety
in a girl who belonged to no one
I will not say sorry
for being unable
to your ideals
you called me a bitch
since i've known you
6 of which
I know that I am far too static
I lack tact and often
Leave a bitter taste in your mouth
And in all honesty
Apathetic to your whining
I pointed it out to you when we first met
Find another shoulder
To cry on