"What are you doing, Hinata you idiot!" Kageyama bellowed furiously, gritting his teeth as his eye twitched in anger. "That's the fifth q
We join our little story on a young man named Tim. He was a frail teen, no muscles, light but a pale skin, and well shaggy black hair. Today he would be telling his friend something that he couldn't hide from him any long.
"Alright Tim, you can do it! Just don't chicken out." Tim repeated in the mirror in his room. "But man this will be so hard. I wonder if he can handle it." Tim wondered hearing the doorbell ring heading down stairs opening it. "Oh hey Kain. Come in." He said side stepping his friend letting him in.
"Sure man." Kain said entering.
Kain was Tim's best friend and coolest kid in school. Having wavy brown hair, blue eyes, a nice body. He was the envy of everyone there. It confused people at school why he chose to hang out with Tim. But he didn't care, he connected with Tim and they became close like that over time.
"So what did you want to tell me man? I rushed over when I heard what was wrong." He said a
I am guilty. Scared. Angry.
I am tired. Restless. Jittery.
I am nervous. Disorganized. Self-consious.
I can't think. See. Move.
I am in a fog.
I feel ugly.
I am dying inside.
I am depressed.
"(Y/n)...hey what's wrong?" you hear a soft voice say as you lay sobbing on the grou
The boy is 3 years old right now. He's turning 4 in a couple of months. His family died in a fire when he was 1, so he couldn't remember the whole ordeal. He claims to have vague memories though, and is especially cautious around fire.
You look up at the flight schedule and see that his flight is running a bit late, but it should be there about 15 minutes after the scheduled time. You decide to try to pass the time by reading your favorite book, (favorite book).
You glance up at the flight schedule and see that your new son's plane just arrived. You hold up a sign with his name on it so he can find you. Now you're both excited and nervous; you
The park was exactly as you’d hoped it would be- empty save for one or two people here and there going about their business. It felt good to be out of the flat just for the sake of being out and you twirled your umbrella on your shoulder as you hummed a tune from Mary Poppins, the action reminding you of the movie. You let yourself get lost in that train of thought and next thing you knew your world went from perfect to almost nightmarish as you ran into someon
Holding my popcorn not knowing what else to do.
Sitting here, awkwardly looking beside me, at you.
I'm still new to this whole dating scene;
My stomach fills with butterflies...Or perhaps that's my spleen.
I never did well at anatomy; all I know is I'm scared
How do I act? How do I know if you care?
You look at me and smile in that side-way grin of yours
But I look away, bashful, and instead admire the floor.
Look at all the popcorn and trashwho cleaned?
When is the movie going to start? Oh wait, it's not even six-thirty.
It is shivering sweat like snow
across my shoulders as I sob scream
after scream against your skin;
"sorry, I'm so sorry,
go back to sleep."
I am sad
and struggling to stay
together but you slump
against my sickness
and hold me
frozen ice box of a chest
I will pump and resurrect
the dead tissues
so I can write about you
I will write about your
drug store Romeo smile
and the way you
hold your hands behind
your head like its the only
thing that will stop it
from rolling off your shoulders
I will write about the way
your eyes crinkle in the corners
and the way your dimples are uneven
when you laugh
I will write about the
tiny vampire footprints
you leave on my skin at night
when we're sat outside
on the sidewalk
contemplating Aristotle and Cobain
Like bleary eyed philosophers
I will write about the way
your fingers flex when you're excited
and how your knee
jitters when you're nervous
and how you like
because they're so much more
than movie theatres and shopping malls
I will write about you
until I run out of words
and I'm sorry
I'm not poetic enough
to cover the breadth of
your firecracker soul
but I hope you know
this is the best
I can do
and I hope
My breath gets caught when I try to speak.
You are so beautiful and very smart.
Its very obvious, youve captured my heart.
My darling princess/prince, may you always shine.
I hope I can be, your sweet Valentine