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KissOne the day we met,
I knew you were the one.
I'm happy Myranda introduced us.
We talked for a week,
I knew there was something there.
"well, what are you waiting for?
Go get your boyfriend."
I went upstairs.
Turned my back on Myranda's door.
And you jumped out while I turned towards you.
There was a dog bone on the floor.
I nearly face planted into a tv.
You caught me and we laughed.
All four of us sat upstairs,
Myranda and Cliff had the couch.
You the chair and I sat between your legs
We held hands the entire time.
I looked up at you.
Our eyes locked the entire time.
"Just kiss already!"
We ignored her.
Our eyes locked again.
I turned around.
you leaned down.
Our lips locked.
It was the most magical experience of my life.
We didn’t stop making out for god knows how long.
Myranda and Cliff left without our notice.
We broke and looked lovingly into each other’s eyes.
It wasn't my first time,
Mine was with a girl- vomit was involved
Emotional Switch (Razor)Where did that emotional switch go?
It used to be how I made it through,
Through all the shit in my life.
Through my father's hatred of me,
The extreme sadness,
The worst of my pain.
I could turn off my emotions like that.
Be indifferent to all.
Ignore what was wrong.
So where has it gone?
I need that switch now.
It's not getting easier.
This is the closest I've been in a while.
I'm close to the edge,
Close to giving up on it all.
Life is pain.
Why can't I find it?
I don’t think I can do this anymore.
Four months together,
and now I can't work.
Without that switch,
I don't think I can live.
I was finally happy,
So I threw it out.
I shouldn't have.
Why does it have to hurt this much?
The George of old is gone,
All because of one boy.
I was whole,
And now my heart is smashed.
The razor's inviting me to play,
And no one is actually helping.
I don't think I can be fixed.
I just don’t think i
Sweet CamerenI'm not over you.
I've tried everything.
I'm drinking to try to forget now,
But all the vodka and rum in the world
Won't erase my memories of you.
I've sought comfort in the arms of another.
They just make me feel worse,
Cause its not their arms I want around me at night,
My sweet Cameren.
Friends keep you out for a while,
But when I'm alone, you creep back in.
I've danced the night away,
Stayed focused on my classes,
But with the books away,
And an actual nights sleep,
The truth is spelled out.
You plague my mind and my dreams,
My sweet Cameren.
My family doesn't know how I feel,
I hide from them.
I'd rather they think I'm happy,
Than know how fucked up I am.
I loved you with all my heart,
I finally felt human with you,
And its been four months of torture,
I don't think I can take it anymore.
My sweet Cameren.
Your sister knows how I feel,
As does your special buddy.
Myranda knows how I feel.
And so do your parents,
My sweet Cameren.
I can't figure out where we went wrong,
ChaseYou were the first person I loved,
with my heart, body, and soul.
The one who sent me on my path of self-discovery
And made me enjoy life for the first time.
You'll always be as my memories,
Though I won't be in yours.
July 4thJuly 4th, our country's birthday, and look how far we've fallen.
Our economy is in the crapper,
Extreme right nutbags are taking over,
The government can't work together to make a simple agreement.
We celebrate the worthless,
Make the trivial important.
American Ingenuity use to make the world go round,
But no one has it any more.
The last good Idea to come from this country was to revolt from Britain.
Still wonder why our economy is so broken down even suicide looks like a good Idea?
Our country use to inspire revolutions,
And actually, it still does,
However, now all we do is protect the governments that give us oil,
Or give that country a new regime that will give us what we want cheaper.
And if the government doesn’t have anything we want,
We say “fuck ‘em.”
Now the “Tea Party” wants to change America back to what it once was,
But we’ve already passed the point of no return.
And judging from the remarks of their leaders,
They have ab
AnonymousHis eyes roll back
And the damned are released form their prisons
Only to vanish into a pitch black abyss.
For them he cares not,
But for his act he feels great shame,
Only after the greatest pleasure.
DreamSo I was in this hospital with a few friends,
Probably Dilley Ridge,
Volunteering, helping out with some patients.
When the hospital closed down for the night,
We went outside.
Out there, slowly walking towards the building,
Was a giant of a man,
Dragging a heavy axe.
He had a burlap sack on his head
With three vertical eyes painted on it,
A sadistic, joker-like smile too.
He was coming again to kill people in the hospital,
Just as he had last night.
My five friends and I were there,
We barely survived,
Though how I am not sure.
We figured, go to our car and not stare at him
(Staring is what prompted his attack the night before).
We tried our hardest,
But our hardest wasn't good enough.
I looked for just a second.
He stopped and turned towards me.
As he raised his axe,
I shouted run.
We got to our car and all piled in.
We couldn't see him,
He had disappeared.
His axe swung down from above,
Cleaving the engine in half.
We scrambled out and resumed our run.
I saw a van just up ahead,
Personification: DepressionAbstract noun
Depression has lost the one he loves, the only person he ever had.
He wants it all to halt,
Believes it's his fault.
Now he has scars straight up and down his veins,
Formed by many attempts to end his pain,
Hidden from everyone by his long, dark clothes.
It all started when he and Joy were robbed by Loath,
And in a flash of gun powder, Joy was dead,
He lost all will he had to survive,
His whole reason to be alive,
And his "friends" deserted him in his time of need,
Save for three,
Despair, Desperation, and Despondency.
They know what he's going through,
It's happening to them too.
Joy wouldn't want him this way, so he's trying to get better,
No longer a zombie going through the motions,
He doesn't attempt suicide at every junction.
He sits in his psychiatrist's office and explains it all,
She'll help him back to where he was before last fall.
He'll live life for the both of them.
High schoolFour years ago I entered your halls for the first time,
And since that date I have faced many trials and tribulations.
Social Services came around and threatened my mom,
I lost my best friend,
I struggled to get by,
And who I am was realized.
And that was only the beginning.
In the next year
I spent only three months in your traditional halls,
And it seemed as though fortune favored me,
I gained unlikely friends,
And build an actual social life;
I fell in love for the first time
And in class I could do no wrong.
However, this is not what fate had in store.
I had my first seizer,
Broke my first bone,
And was forced to move to Columbus,
Away from a life that perfection was nearing.
I got a choice for schools,
Either gang infested or online.
I made the right choice.
As proven by still being alive.
I learned to hate God,
Who gave me a taste of how wonderful life could be
Only to yank it away.
Once again I was alone
(Text and MySpace offer no comfort),
And I had no reason to try
Attack on Titan x Reader - I'm in the Band (Ch. 3)Chapter Three: Old Habits
I was mercilessly awoken the next morning by the ringing of my cell phone. I groaned when I remembered that I had set my alarm, but became a bit confused when I realized that it was my ringtone that was playing. I slid over to the edge of the lofted bed and reached for the device sitting on my makeshift nightstand. Turning on my lamp, I answered the call, not even bothering to see who it was. “Hello?”
“Good morning, Sleeping Beauty!” a familiar voice chirped through the speaker.
I let out a loud sigh. “How did you get my number?” I slurred.
“Armin gave it to me,” Marco replied. “He helped with band registration, and you filled out this number on your form.”
I rubbed my eyes, lifting my head and propping it up on my hand. “Lovely. I hope you’re not gonna make a habit of this.”
He chuckled. “Well, you said you weren’t a morning person, so I just wanted to help you out.
Hoodie x reader- pt 6
The next day you woke. You and Hoodie shared a room so when you woke you saw Hoodie's sleeping figure next to you, making you smile. You weren't sure, but you thought you developed feeling for Hoodie. He was just too cute and adorable.
You carefully sat up, not wanting to wake Hoodie, but apparently, not careful enough. Hoodie felt you moving and opened his eyes. "(Y-YN)?"He asked in a still sleepy voice. "sorry, Hoodie. Didn't mean to wake you." Hoodie chuckled.
"You're an e-early riser, aren't y-you? None of t-the others will even be awake." Hoodie said. You looked to the clock. 6:24 AM. Wow that's early. Hoodie wrapped an arm around you and gently pushed back down and hugged you close. You blushed. Soon his grip loosed and you assumed he went back to sleep as did you.
(Le time skip~)
"I'M GONNA KILL YOU!" You heard yelling as you jolted awake. The sudden jolt awoke Hoodie as well. "GET BACK HERE YOU MASKED FREAK!" Hoodie also heard the yelling. "
Adobe Slabs Segment 4
And the problem with Ema, was that, well. Um.
“Hey! I heard from your sister that you’re living with a guy now! Where is he?” An all-too-familiar pair of rose-tinted shades and an honorable attempt to resurrect three decade-old clothes (that smelled like they were fresh out of a thrift-store, mixed with cologne and smoke) stood in his doorway on a tall, lithe frame. The guy pushed past M just like any other door and scoped the apartment for another being.
“...Why are you talking to my sister?”
The new visitor took it upon himself to open all the doors in the apartment, even the cupboards. He got to the refrigerator, opened it...
... And pulled out a chocolate milk. He popped the top and took a gulp. “Is he not here?”
Was, well, Ema had a slight pro
Surprise~ 2PItaly X Reader chapter 10
You sit around in the library looking at picture for hours. Then you come across a picture of what looks like a younger version of you hugging a miserable younger looking Feliciano but from what Oliver has told you it must have been Luciano.
“Olly what’s the story behind this picture?” Oliver looks over to the picture you are holding,
“That? We were all at the park I went to take the picture and Luciano didn’t want it done, so he tried covering the lens” he started chuckling remembering it.
“I wish I could remember…” You looked down feeling sad, “Was he nice then?”
“Only to you poppet”
“I wish I could remember, then I think I wouldn’t hate him as much”
“It can’t be helped poppet, I think as soon as you find yourself again you’ll remember when you need to”
“Thanks Olly” You hug him and he hugs back, “Let’s move to another room poppet” you
SMB Heroes of the Stars TimelineMario's and Luigi's Childhood:
Mario and Luigi's Adventures:
Super Mario Bros
Super Mario Bros 2
Super Mario Bros 3
New Super Mario Bros 2
Super Mario World
Super Mario RPG –Legend of the Seven Stars
Super Mario 64
Super Mario Sunshine
New Super Mario Bros DS
New Super Mario Bros Wii
Mario & Luigi Superstar Saga
New Super Mario Bros Wii U
Super Mario Galaxy
Himaruya's Island for Peculiar People: Prologue
Himaruya's Island for Peculiar People
I was finally able to travel the world on my own, being 18 years old and all. I had recently been staying at my aunt's place in Japan with her family when she told me a story she had been hearing from locals.
"There is a mysterious island close to here that had been abandoned almost 100 years ago," she said at the dinner table.
"Really? Does it have ghosts of soldiers or something?" I had asked.
"No one knows," she replied, "no one goes there."
"I only hear rumors from my co-workers. I doubt they be real."
"A creepy island...? Seems like my sort of ordeal!" I exclaimed, "I think I'm gonna go check that place out."
"Oh, be careful then," my aunt told me, "there's a town across the waters from it you can stay in a hotel or apartment there. How long will you be in Japan?"
"About year or just a few months," I replied.
After that I ventured off to the town that was close to the haunted island. I bought an apartment in town. It wa
Death Battle: B. Orchid vs. Elektra Prelude
Roy: They are both assassins in their own right, and they come packed with similar weapons and their own share of superhuman and supernatural qualities and powers.
Ivan: Here we have B. Orchid, the secret agent sent to investigate Killer Instinct.
Dillios: And Elektra, the mercenary who once worked for S.H.I.E.L.D.-
Roy: Dillios, what the hell are you doing?
Dillios: Umm...my job.
Ivan: No, no, your job is the tool that says useless puns and one-liners. You were the third guy who applied for a job here, and DOGE felt you were only good because your voice sounds like the Narrator from 300. That's why we call you Dillios. I mean, your real name is Frederick. You are useless and that is why you had one line, because that is what you are capable of.
Dillios/Bert: That hurts man. Besides, I got a promotion and now I'm working with you guys!
Roy: Just saying, your'e Frederick now. No more cool nickname.
Roy: Anyways, it is our job to analyze their weapons, powe
Hermione's friend, 1Criselda stared at the hat for what seemed like a lifetime. It had every colour of the rainbow and more and it had the shape of a tornado, which grew wider with every inch it went up. By all the rules of logic and even those of magic, that hat should not be able to exist or stand straight on top of a head like it was doing at the moment. Yet, somehow it did. Already, a little berd was using it as a nest, but the blonde girl who was wearing it didn´t seem to know, or mind it at all. She kept staring at the forest with those big blue eyes and that lost smile of hers. Criselda smiled a little. No matter how much she tried, she would never be able to make sense of Luna. At least, the blue shirt and grey pants she was wearing on the rest of her body made more sense.
Criselda herself was, like always, wearing her long, dark-raven hair long and well-dressed, like a waterfall of thing night strands. A leaf-green blouse with silver borders and a pair of dark-grey, almost black, pants cover
creepypasta x reader 7 minutes in heaven: Jeff
Everyone gathered for Seven minutes in heaven. When you reached into a hat you were poked by something sharp. You pulled out the object. It was a knife. Jeff smirked taking the knife. "that's mine." He said as he grabbed your wrist, pulling you into the closet with him. You blushed as BEN closed and locked the door.
The moment the door was locked you were pinned to a wall. Your wrists were held above your head. You looked at Jeff wide eyed. Jeff just smirked.
"You know, i've been wanting some time alone with you for quite some time." Jeff said. You opened your mouth to say something, but you were cut off when Jeff pressed his lips to yours. You stiffened for a few seconds before relaxing into the kiss.
Jeff let go of your wrists as her wrapped his arms around your waist, pulling you closer, deepening the kiss. You wrapped your arms around his neck.
The kiss went on like that for a couple of minutes and then Jeff lightly bit your bottom lip ask
Mira FujitaMira Fujita
Age: 532 (appears 17)
Birth date: April 24 1478
Date of Rebirth: August 1495
Height: 5 foot 4 inches
Skin color: Creamy white
Hair Length: Short
Style: no distinct hair style
Eye color: Gold with purple swirl in center
Power: Can seduce any human, werewolf, or vampire and get them to do as he ask
Mate: Daisuke Yamamoto
Strength: Sex; Immune to Shiro's powers and Atlai's Poison
Weakness: Pagan Religious signs
Likes: Being near his mate; human blood after sex
Dislikes: Pedophiles; Nyxie
Desires: Kill Nyxie; Kill Lucas and Shiori
Born into noble bloodline sometime in 1478, Mira lived a sheltered life within the confines of his families estate. When he leaves the estate after his fourteenth birthday to visit one of the nearby villages,
five hour energyi suppose
last week was only an aftershock
of the earthquake you were before.
this place used to vibrate
with metal strings and melodic,
testimonies to life,
emitting coffee-scented moods
and the burn of it too.
i had memorized the
sounds of silence,
i couldn't help but relish it.
no longer had i known
the sounds of folk
and scent of mocha-
you became nothing more
than an echo of the laughter
i so desperately needed to hear again.
then the echoes got louder,
bouncing ferociously off the walls
to be made manifest
i walked into your room
expecting exactly what i found-
an unmade bed,
and an empty beer
(the one that you insisted you needed
just days ago).
i pressed my nose
into the pillow
for incense and cologne and starbucks
to penetrate my mind
and thinking fervently
i already know
what a clean sheet smells like."
how strong an aftershock can be,
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