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It's Self Destructive But It's More ProductiveI really want a change in my life
and I want to do something
stupid and drastic
like packing up everything
taking all the money I can
and traveling across oceans
I’ll fling myself into someone’s arms
and I’ll claim it to be love
whether or not
I’ll know otherwise
a girl asked me on a date the other day
and I said yes
but she asked with the condition
that we’ll do it when it’s hot and sunny out
and it’s Minnesota so that’s eternities away
she asked me to go to a bar with her
which leads to another thing
I could take up drinking
and be among the presence
of all the other blackout artists
but at the end of the day
I am rooted to things
that keep me from being
so I just want to sleep until things are drastically different
False FriendI sit next to
the girl who hurt my friend
and I growl internally
beneath that bitter smile of mine
and I know I cannot crack
because when that happens
I cause trouble
and I hate myself
but these are the instances
where I feel the need
to become the mother wolf
who'd tear to shreds
anything that wronged her dearest ones
but I can barely stick up for myself
in instances where I am outnumbered
so who am I to think
anything would've changed
Honey or BloodI’m constantly switching between
and take the higher road by forgiving them
burn all the bridges
and let them rot in their own filth and vitriol
If I Go On My Own AgainI keep seeing the mega-buses
and the ads where kids come home from college
just for a weekend and/or holidays
and my friends sending things back and forth
with their beloveds back home
and I find myself longing for that
which is idiotic in a way
since when I had that I was miserable
but I really don’t like being settle-down-ish
when everyone else I adore and admire
have the lives I wanted to have
before my situation took its turn for the worst
I feel like I’m getting past the point
where I feel like Columbia spoiled college
and I’m moving on to the point
when I’ll be able to embark again
because I’m feeling more and more so
that it isn’t in my purpose to stay here
even though I was drawn back
so in such a forceful bout of longing
the problem is that now
I haven’t the slightest
what and where life is trying to propel me towards
She No Longer Drinks Or SmokesYour past inspires me a lot, right now.
Usually it's your present self that I see for all its admirable traits.
But now your past and my future seem to have some things in common.
We both have something in us, that compels us to seek out a big city.
You had it in you to devote yourself entirely to writing what you wanted.
I can only hope to do that.
But with your past came difficulties and trauma.
Everyone has hardships, of course, only they materialize differently for each person.
Yet you are more courageous than most, and you got to being your present self.
Which, although I find my life kindred to your past, to some degree, this present self of yours is even more inspiring.
You're one of the relatives I actually like telling my friends about.
I tell them about how devoted you are to your beliefs, and the obvious undeniable passion you have.
When you do things you do things, you aren't fair weather,
niepewnoscI’ve always been insecure
not always in terms of body issues
or worries of whether I’m pretty enough
or all the usual concerns that most girls seem to have
I’ve shed all those, for the most part
And I no longer worry that there’s better singers than I
I sing anyways
But now the issues I’ve always had
before I cared how I looked or how my voice sounded
Telling me to grow a thicker skin
and reminding me how much intelligence I lack
I’m somehow still brought to ruin
by D’s on tests
and people telling me I’m far too sensitive
and I scare myself with the things I think and feel
I had a dream last night
in which girls told me I was ugly
to which I responded by singing Sondheim harmonies
and I felt flawless then
But if girls those girls had surrounded me and said
I was maladjusted and the emotions I felt were just hormones raging
and threw numbers at me, causing me to be baffled and feel useless
I’d probably crumble
i miei occhiI had a dream where I got famous enough to have a TV Tropes page written about me
And on that page there was a conspiracy theory that I, in actuality, didn't have eyes
The reason being that when I smile in pictures my eyes, more often than not, disappear
So people kept on with this theory, claiming I wore glass ones when I expected to be photographed
I just went with it, neither confirming nor denying it, since no press is bad press, as the saying goes
So people kept on with the theory saying that's why I'm so scared of eye-stuff and that I had PTSD
And as a whole their theories were more interesting than anything I could come up with so I shrugged it off
But then one day I was approached by a fleet of fans who of course, being in person, saw my real eyes
But they didn't believe me when I told them they were real, since if they were, I would've corrected the theory
Then they demanded I take my eyes out since they were obviously glass, so that they could see my soul
Then my dream went b
HowlingPeople tell me
to avoid Feminism
because it will turn me soft
that I'll be broken by the smallest bumps
aching from the tiniest of wounds
They say I'll be reduced to crying all day
crying wolf so that
when allegedly real bigotry happens
no one will believe me
or stand by my side
or rush over to rescue me
People tell me
to avoid Feminism
because it will turn me hard
that I'll be aloof and removed
from caring about the feelings of men
thinking only minorities have souls
They say I'll be reduced to biting all day
biting the hand that feeds me
because I'm allegedly ungrateful
for all that allies have given me
then no one will stand by my side
or rush over to rescue me
But if I am to be reduced
to a sobbing pile of mush
or a writhing snarling beast
at least it is of my own accord
I let myself become this
because I let myself be seen
being my usual
sobbing pile of mush
and writhing snarling beast
which I've always hidden
beneath thick skin
and an even thicker skull
Masters of Disguise 1: 40-Love (Sherlockx Reader)Of course John had to be out on a date when he needed him. In the middle of the day too.
Though he supposed this solution was better in a way. You may not have been Sherlock's first choice but with you he didn’t have to worry about you getting flustered when people assumed you were a couple like he did with John.
You seemed smart enough and willing. Being amazed with his skills must run in the family. John had warned him that he’d have his head if he let anything happen to you- his baby sister. What an idiotic turn of phrase. You were hardly a baby.
At least you could play tennis decently enough to keep the cover he’d created from being blown. He abruptly ended the game when the couple he needed information from stepped on to the courts, moving towards the benches as he tried to come up with a way to engage in a conversation with them and tugged at the neck of his sweater vest.
What an infuriating article of clothing.
He let out a huff of
The Fear You Won't Fall- Mycroft x ReaderDigging a hole and the walls are caving in
Air's getting thin, but I'm trying, I'm breathing in
Come find me
It hasn't felt like this before
It hasn't felt like home before you
I have some information for my brother. Tea at noon?- MH
Mycroft let out a heavy sigh. How had he gotten himself in to this? Years and years of nothing and then you come along and change everything in an instant. He felt like every encounter with you was just making him fall further into the hole he’d dug himself and yet he still sought you out as often as he could. It was a direct contradiction to his beliefs and a continuous source of confusion for him.
All his life he’d felt above it all, like some superior entity watching over this insignificant world- a world he didn’t belong in. But when he was with you it was like he’d been blind, the world suddenly seemed interesting and so comfortably real, and suddenly he felt at home.
How long could he keep hiding that f
Star Crossed (Spain x Reader)
(Spain x Reader)
Sneak Peak to a (possible) Summer series; depends on if you all like it.
“Because,” he paused and I held my breath, awaiting the inevitable words of my utter and total demise. “I love you.” He’d broken my walls, and entered without so much as a smile and a simple, Hola.
“What’s it like being an outcast?” He questioned, all hidden remorse aside, a small smile on his lips, this was rich. I patted my hands against my thighs rhythmically only for the best of my intentions to fling out.
“It’s actually rather lonely in all honesty.” He nodded and pulled his fingers through his chocolate curls. “I’m happy though.” I sighed and gazed over to the slowly peaking stars just over the orange horizon. It was getting lat
MoD 2: Astrophysics (Sherlock x Reader)What had just happened?
Once second he was desperately trying to remember any information on his hard drive about astrophysics- damn that pointless field- and the next you were flawlessly gabbing with the target, keeping your cover from being blown wide open. There was a definite advantage to having you along. Though he’d already gathered that from the tennis case.
Stupid sweater vest had given him a rash.
Sherlock blinked, glancing over at John to find your brother was equally confused, if not more so.
Definitely more so.
“Don’t mind them. He’s a chemist. You know how they are- no consideration for the bigger picture... and my brother there is here for a theater lecture. Token creative type, you know,“ you offered the young scientist, giving a quick grin as you adjusted the thick framed glasses on your face.
Shame they were fake. You looked… presentable with glasses.
Now that he thought about it the
Chapter OneCrystal Hays quickly threw on her clothes, not giving much thought to her outfit. She ran a brush through her messy hair, wondering for a moment if she should just touch up the uneven bangs that she had cut by herself the night before. In the end, however, she decided to leave it. After surveying herself in the mirror, she gave herself a nod of approval before turning towards her bed.
A black backpack laid on top of her comforter along with an assortment of notebooks, pens, pencils, and various other school supplies. Normally she would have taken special care to arrange all of it neatly. Today, however, she was running late, and so it all got thrown into the backpack haphazardly. She was about to zip it up but hesitated, kneeling down and sticking her hand underneath her bed to pull out a book. It was leather bound, the spine cracked and worn with use. Crystal bit down on her bottom lip as she debated whether she should take it along or not.
Just then her bedr
Boy (2p! America x Reader)
(2p! America x Reader)
This was just a spark of the moment, why not? Wrote it in one sitting, sorry if it sucks. I felt my fingers begin to write on their own and before I knew it I had a whole plot and characters. Like a warm up I suppose? Music makes you do crazy things; since I listen to music whenever I write it can really change my mood so you may see it in this writing style. Think nothing of it.
Song(s)– Boy by Emma Louise https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=Xl6IaSvyIOk
“Can you at least pretend like you love me? I’ve tried and tried again to grab your attention!” I sighed and yelled through the phone yet again, my elegant (h/c) falling from its bun. This was the fifth fucking time thi
Elements Combined- Bruce x ReaderTo the girl I told to run away
The ghost I saw a hundred times a day
You weren't like me, no you weren't afraid
Bruce’s heart broke at the tears in your eyes as you blinked it him in disbelief before turning on your heel to leave him alone.
Alone is what he had.
Alone protected him… protected you.
That was what was important, right?
He sank down in the chair at his station in the lab, holding his head in his hands as what he’d just done sank in. He’d told you, the woman he loved, to leave- to get out of his life. And the reason he gave? He didn’t love you. The hurt in your eyes had torn him apart inside but he needed you to run. He needed you to run from him to someone who could keep you safe.
Someone who wasn’t a monster.
He ruffled a hand through his chocolate curls knowing there would be more gray hairs after this and then leaned forward to throw himself into his work as a distraction.
It didn’t work.
The lab felt empty withou
There was always something new to be learnt here in this makeshift hovel that lay deep within this forsaken jungle. Many would say that life for Vagus the Totodile was not good enough for him, but it was his father who would say that it was Vagus who was not good enough for life. His father; the one he who ruled as king of Vagus’ small world had declared him useless and thus he conceded that he was indeed so.
Life had no room for weakness and weakness was all that Vagus had to offer. Vagus had seen firsthand what happened to those who were weak, the creatures of this jungle that were foolish enough to challenge his father. A Salamence, despite boasting the attributes of a freak of nature, lay torn to pieces in a nearby clearing. A pair of Rhydon, who attempted to intrude upon his father, lay with their rock like chests shattered and insides strewn on the ground. In the very hut which he sat, the skulls of an Aggron, a Haxorus, a Dragonite and several Tyranitar adorned the w
The Era Contest
The Era Contest
Before you even read, this is a READER inserted contest for Hetalia. Continue on if you are indeed interested.
Are you still here? Great! On to the information!
A good love story between two people in a specific time period, have it be a noble and a peasant or a king selecting his potential queen. How about a greaser and a prep? Dunno, it's for you to decide! Love comes in its many forms. Follow whats happening at the time and write around it. I wanna see love presented as it would have been during that time periods, authenticity REALLY matters in this. I will be looking at the language in use, the clothes worn, the way people act (ie if one was a slave or if one was an upperclassmen.) I want to feel as though I have entered a doorway into another time period, thrust upon the everyday lives of people. I will be doi
MY Father - MY Dad
After all this I made a realization. As you unfortunately know, my father died. He was consumed with his material worth and that was his downfall- it was to be expected. Still I can't believe he's gone, after selfish wishing through the years I finally know this isn't what I wanted. This isn't good at all. He's my father- I just am sad. That's the thing, my epiphany. Throughout it all and within your forever-flowing pages, I refer to the man as my father, my dad! I suppose that's all he ever was, not a friend or protector, just a relative. I'll go to the funeral. He always said that I looked ready for one. I may have hated him, but he deserves someone to mourn him.
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