~I don't run from you, I walk away slowly, and it kills me , 'cause you don't care enough to stop me.
~When you walk away, I count the steps that you take.
~"I love you" is eight letters long, but then again so is "bullshit".
~I wish I had saved all the tears you made me cry, so I could fucking drown you in them.
~Who do you turn to, when the only person in the world who can stop you from crying, is the one making you cry?
~I run in the rain, so that nobody can see my tears.
~Maybe when he broke my heart, he forgot I could feel.
~They say that loving you is my biggest mistake.
But how can it be wrong if it feels so right?
If I ever make a mistake,
It's not that I love you
It's thinking that someday you'll love me too.
~Giving up doesn't always mean you're weak, sometimes it just means that you're strong enough to let go.
~The saddest thing in the world, is loving someone who used to love you.
~Pain doesn't hurt when it's all you've ever felt.
~My heart was taken
You proceeded carefully toward the cabin. Now you could hear yelling, and possibly knives hitting wood. You cracked open the door and poked your head in, tentatively. Nico was sitting on the floor across from the door, with a pile of sharp knives beside him. You entered quickly and shut the door softly behind you.
Now, you got a good look at Nico. His hair hung over his face, and was slightly messy. When he looked up, his eyes were clouded and had tears welling up inside them. He looked completely distraught.
He didn't seem to notice your presence yet. He said aloud to the room in fr
So what if I am.
She didn't like considering the possibilities of pregnancy. It was a surreal state of being reserved for women in their middle twenties to early thirties (she was twenty-three, but this didn't matter). It was for the adult world, which she was separate from and had always been separate from. It seemed like schools and television went out of their way to extend youth, so why couldn't biology as well?
I could get an abortion.
She sat on the side of the bathtub and stared at her fingertips while she waited. The test was balanced on the edge of the sink. Just a little piece of plastic with a damp, now yellow-tinged stub jutting out of one end, harmless-looking and generic. She'd never been afraid of anything else so much in her life, except for maybe talking to her parents. She was pretty scared of that too. The clock on the bathroom wall ticked methodically every secon
but most of all, i don't know where i belong.
sometimes, when it's late and i can't sleep, i replay the things i miss the most behind my closed eyelids. everything is about you or someone else who is just as gone. these are the things i do to myself when i'm too tired to fight anymore. too tired to even move. too tired to not thin
If I had to explain I would say this feeling is something like standing outside of your door at four in the morning, even though I know I shouldn't be here, wearing the same wrinkled clothes I had on the day before, wanting nothing more than to beg to come home, but knowing better, because following the motions isn't really the best follow through.
I won't admit how much I miss you I can't, but I can tell you this.
The thing about disappearing is that it doesn't stop me from wanting to be completely impossible to forget. And maybe that's a bit of an anomaly, but I've never made much sense to begin with anyway.
And sure, we're all different in the same ways, but I want to be differen
You had gotten a ‘flush crush’ on one of your best Troll friends, who you had been friends with for years and even would help him out of a tight spot. He’d also help you a lot and comfort you, so you’d built confidence in the belief that maybe he liked you back. However, this had proven to be nothing but repeated words as he flatly said no to you and not even give a proper reason why. Worse yet, during the time you sulked behind doors, you heard from a friend that he had instead gotten into a flushed relationship with Meulin (who, up to that point, you enjoyed talking to and always had considered a moirail).
Kurloz had come knocking a week after you disappeared and dragged you out of your home, signing silly things and making you smile by doing things that, no matter how painful, would
"Watch out!" You yelled and thanks to you, ball didn't hit girl's head. But she di
“Dave…Dave? How could you?”
He looked at the girl, crimson eyes wide as his jaw dropped.
“(Name)! It’s not what you think! I swear!”
“Just…Just shut up!” (Name) screamed until her throat closed up from oncoming tears. She took one last look at him, then ran out.
He could still hear her footsteps pounding down the hallway as he shoved the girl off and stuck his hand in his hair.
“What the fuck? You knew she was coming over! You planned that shit!” The girl turned around, showing bright red eyes.
“What are you talking about Dave? I wasn’t doing anything?”
“Terezi, just quit it! I don’t like you, and I especially don’t now that you
maybe even more than i
hate myself right now.
impossible, i know, but
i dreamed about you last night
for the first time in a long time.
you called me. your voice still
makes my heart do enough flips
and tumbles to make me sick.
not in a bad way though. never
in a bad way. but in any case,
you called and you weren't
angry. we weren't awkward.
we just were.
i smiled and it wasn't fake.
i dreamed that you could still love
me or that you still did.
one of the two. i can't remember.
either way, i felt whole again.
that's a feeling i thought i'd
forgotten. i should forget it.
i could still speak without
worrying what people would say
to me. distinct sympathy in
their eyes even when i swear
i'm okay. in my dream, i
promise i wasn't lying.
i was on a plane. the sunlight
hurt my eyes. but i was flying.
i dreamed i was a bird. it didn't
hurt until morning when i woke
up and felt like i had fallen.
my whole world in pieces because
i'm not really a bird witho
I was a better person when I wrote about boys who'd never return my feelings on silver platters, and ships long lost, or drowned, at sea. It sounds like a disaster, but I only write well with the ashes of a crumpled, discarded spirit mixed with the still-warm tears of a troubled soul.
Words kept me human, for they are what makes us human, and they distanced me from the animal I could become. All I do now is stalk around the concrete city, pace about my enclosure, and think about how my bitterness and I can never be released in the wilderness again.
Before the city stole my words away, I was living in the harbor locked up in a crumbling lighthouse, hoping that some northeasterly wind would blow him back to me. I still yearn, but the sea-stained melody gets lost in the traffic and it's easier to be whole without it haunting my every second.
But, the truth is, I'm burning for more.
I'm not whole without part of him missing, and if I'm filling up the
changed into all the colours they possibly
could and cluttered the streets.
The bitter crackling noises quietly
mocked me as I walked over the
leaves, crushing them into tinier pieces.
Winter's blizzards were no match
for the frostbite that punctured my
Dare I say, without your love
my heart felt colder than snow. Even
the snowman was better off and he
had no soul.
As bright and arduous
as the summer sun,
its heat waves cannot melt away the
feelings I had grown towards you.
In a battered, old box, I had
stored the countless handwritten letters
that I had never intended to give.
It's too late now to even give it a second
thought. But they haunt me, and remind
me of how I feel.
Time has played its tricks
as the days turned into weeks
and the weeks
turned into months
months progressed on to a year.
It is still a mystery, how time
escaped itself fro
Thank you for sharing lies
Thank you for tearing your fans in two
and making them chose sides
Just because the fans weren't forced to decide
Doesn't mean that they won't fight
Who are they to judge the truth?
Only you know who's wrong and right
This problem has caused fans pain
and hearts are going to break
All I can do is just hope and pray
You will fix it before it's too late
too hurt to say a thing.
she's the girl who misses you,
seeing you makes her heart pang.
she's the girl who hardly cries,
she wants to come off tough.
she's the girl who fakes a smile,
you'd never know her life was rough.
she's the girl who you put last,
but say you love her most.
she's the girl who'd cry & cry,
if you became a ghost.
she's the girl who messes up,
she can't do anything right.
she's the girl who gives up first,
no, she won't win the fight.
she's the girl who'd give everything up,
just to be with you.
she's the girl who needs you most,
the girl you look right through.
I emerged victorious after battling so many gym leaders and some champions in the Pokémon World Tournament. Even so, after that I went outside disheartened. Many people gave me quizzical looks but none of them know why and some are nice enough to ask if I’m ok. I gave fake smiles and a bunch of ‘I’m ok, I’m just tired’ excuses.
Truth is… I’m jealous. Most trainers have somebody waiting for them as soon as they got out of the tournament. Me? I’m hoping she’s there… but I knew deep inside she’ll never be here beside me again.
I managed to bring out Braviary to fly me out to Undella City. The flying Pokémon seems to know my dilemma and flew me without any protests. As we landed, I let him fly around while I sat by the beach’s shore. Nostalgia hit me hard as I saw a seashell get washed away to my side. Bittersweet memories replayed in my mind, t
Crying a waterfall of tears,
Soaking the pillow under your head,
Wishing for the pain to end
The world seems as if it's crashing down on you,
All your focus is on making the regret, the heartbreak, the betrayal,
Leave your soul through your tears
I've been there.
Your heart feels abused and torn,
Ripped out of your body,
Leaving you gasping for breath,
Because he once was your life line, your reason to live.
Your love was toyed with by the boy you thought you knew,
Who you thought was the one,
Yet your heart was broken into pieces in the blink of an eye
I've been there.
His face is all you see when you close your eyes,
Every thought leads back to him,
He never leaves your mind,
As if taunting you into insanity because you know he is no longer yours.
He was your other half,
Your protector sent from above,
Or so you thought
I've been there.
I've been through all of this,
I know heartbreak is like a walk through Hell,
The pain makes you feel anguishe