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M y L ove . ..
I love you
its breaking my heart
ive waited till
from you erasing your days of grey
so strong now
for what ive said in vow
can't i stand
to be strong on the day when i used to can?
i love you
it hurts me so deeply inside
but you are
standing tall then before
you dont have to suffer like that no more
- We The Mysterious...-
We The Mysterious...
The Moonlight is full tonight,
So let out your howl out!
Lou, and clear, out of sight,
There is nothing to doubt.
That we the animal is the mysterious,
We are sneaky, we walk on fours..
With our teeth and claws meant for Vicious..
Our eyes glow.. in the shadow of the dark...
we are more then just smart,
We are the wolves of he mystery.
Beware of us, we are the murky,
So think again, don't judge.
We are the mysterious, that will never ever budge.
I'm sorry. It's not my fault...
I will never do it again. What did I do..?
I'll leave you alone. I don't want to....
I can go away. I can't..
You don't have to care. I want you too..
Goodbye. No, please..
I don't want to see your face again. I will miss that face so much..
I wouldn't miss you. What am I saying..
I hope you feel the same way. NO! PLEASE!
I didn't need you. I always needed you..
I NEVER NEEDED YOU. I really do..
You were never special to me. So special..
You were nothing. You were my everything.
I didn't love you. I love you so much
You're stupid. So stupid, it's cute.. That's why I love you.
You're stubborn. I still love you.
I hate you. I love you.
You're not mine. You were mine..
Some advice for my friend.
Well for the past week I've been trying to cheer up my friend who recently broken up with her boyfriend. They left each other because her boyfriend was foolish, and didn't trust her; but trusted rumors of her cheating instead. Her boyfriend moved on really quick and is now with another girl.
She's hurt, heartbroken. And all I can do is talk to her out.
Recently, my problem has been similiar. I've lost my beautiful, because of a mistaken error; plus my friend too whom I trusted so much. .-. They now know me as a "liar" So therefore I've been heartbroken, crying, and all that great stuff. A couple weeks past I've been feeling better.
I told her that, it'll be fine. Life goes on. She keeps telling me repetitive phrases like, "I miss him" and "I want to be back with him." I know it's hard. I want my babe back too. I also can't believe he would do that to me either. I loved him so much I regret so many things. I regret not telling him how much he meant to me, because he never knew.
...I left the world unspoken.
...Memories are hovering.
Fast has gone,
...This is our breaking bond.
wut is this shiet
He will always be in my heart. One day I'll meet him and feel his warming hugs, and listen to his soothing voice. If anything happens again I will always remember what he has done for me and in our relationship. <3 How much he worked hard off our love. He deserved it. Ive made so many mistakes but he was always there to fix them.
Im glad I've met him, and I hope he did too. Even though right now we're having a hard time bonding again, I just want him to know this. Because I've never told him why I loved him anyways did I... He's perfect to me.. His personality, his texts make me smile everyday. I don't care about distance.
I am not afraid to tell people at school that i'm in love with him. I still want our future. Our future to be together. Going to college together everyday and see each other... I hope he wanted that too. I wish he still loved me.. But I would rather leave him alone if he's miserable of me. I wouldn't want him to be angry all the time. I just.. v.v I just want. Tha
When all I thought of was you.
When all I think about was you,
All the things we did, the problems we've gone through.
When I watched the snow drift down beyond me,
I smile just to only think, "I'm glad that he is now free..."
Free from my grasp who made him miserable,
Free from a broken heart that wasn't curable.
I couldn't cry anymore, knowing he was happier without me.
Wishing he'd still be here, I still love him as you can see.
Remember when all we talked about was our future.
Remember when we're too happy about each other we repeated, "Chuuuu"
Remember when we were always there for each other?
Remember when we were up all night last summer and I fell asleep?
Can you remember how many times we repeated "Goodnight" and "I lub chuu"?
Remember all of our time together within 9 months?
When we first first met on March 9th,
where we disliked each other till one day?
Remember that time when you were as hyperactive and always said hai first to me when we started getting closer?
When I thought I would never like your perverted side, but then changed my mind?
Can you remember when all you showed me was your smile and happiness.
Even though you were having stress?
That time where we had hardships, but forget them the next couple days?
Can you just remember every single memory we had?
The time I lost my internet?
The time where I couldn't find my way?
Do you remember our plans in the future,
Going down th
Don't Fall In Love With A Writer Just because they will bruise your neck with pearls of metaphors; and splash palettes of colours onto your chest with reckless waves and boundless twilight. They will smear ink onto your lips as you kiss them because that is how they leave hickeys. They are wildest in their 2 a.m. diary, and liveliest in book racks of novels; they have butterflies in every heartbeat and they breathe living poem. They leave trails in libraries and coffee shop like Hansel leaves crumbs in forest and they have undying lovers because every love story is ever living in their abyssal oceans of analogies and similes. They know every clichés like the sunset knows the moon rise, and every wound in their heart like blood in their veins. They are terrifying because they weave you in splinters of fires rolling down their cheeks. They are weird because they don't smile much but sometimes you could catch their smiles in poems or tales. They are psychotic be
How to be a better writer!How to be a better writer, or
Even a better artist.
“Trust me”, I have experience,
I’ve been at it for years.
Let me give you a few simple guidelines,
Some that I myself go off of,
And I’ll pretend that my style,
Choice of words, will work for everyone else.
And let’s not forget to mention that
I am a premium member! A beta tester!
A senior member!
Till hell freezes over!
I must know what I’m talking about?
In all my greatness and glory!
I have the authority,
To tell others how to make their art better.
Let’s cut the bullshit here and now,
And ignore those people who tell us our style.
One person, so skilled and great,
With art that all tend to appreciate,
Does not have the right to lead ‘his’ flock,
To determine whose art is worthy or not.
You write one way I write another,
My thoughts are calm, while yours are loud as thunder.
She strokes left, but he’ll stroke right,
Her art his peaceful, but his depicts a fight.
A pencil i
Avoidant Personality DisorderI've never gotten to explain this to anyone before, since every time I try, I break into some sort of sobbing fit. If my explanation sounds a little funky, that may be why.
Yeah. So, I have APD, or Avoidant Personality Disorder.
To summarize, it's a disorder that makes people want to avoid social contact and criticism by all means.
Unfortunately, that includes me.
I didn't know about the disorder until I browsed through psychological disorders for writing purposes, and happened to find it. I matched every single symptom.
Every last one, period. And I believe, wholeheartedly, that I have it.
This isn't your WebMD diagnosis, not when you feel so badly.
It's a really difficult feeling to describe.
Whenever you so much as try to make conversation with any person, you feel like chopping your head off. In my case, you're afraid to say hello. Or goodbye, or thank you, or I love you, or things that people should be able to say without stopping to think.
You feel unworthy o
A Rapist Wears PinkA rapist can wear lipstick, make up, dresses or skirts,
Her nails can be painted brightly, her eyes can still harbor hurt.
A rapist can walk with heels, that click as she drags her feet,
A rapist can have a feminine voice, that comes pouring from her vile teeth.
A rapist can be a woman, that much should be clear,
Yet a few ignorant people, will choose not to adhere.
A rapist can pick her victim, as easily as the next,
She can claim she’s just lost or stranded, then force you into sex.
A rapist can cry wolf, as long as she cries feminist first,
A rapist can ruin your life style, make day to day living worse.
A rapist can put you in jail, with one tear of her eye.
A rapist will claim that you’ve hit her, that you wanted her to die.
A rapist is a liar, she hides behind her make up.
A rapist will be in your dreams, even when you wake up.
A rapist has the ability to avoid the clutches of the law,
A rapist can claim you’ve hit her, if you didn’t stand for her at
My alter-egosYou see, I have these beings in my head I call alter-egos. They're parts of me that appear whenever I need them. They represent me, they come from the deepest side of my soul. It might seem crazy, but that's the best way I can describe them. They're very different from my other OCs (Vince, Renka, Alice, ete); they're very special to me. Sorry, I'm not good at explaining things myself...
Keiko: can I? Can I explain it? Pleeeeaseee?
Okay, go ahead.
Keiko: okay, we are special beings that live inside Sandra's mind. We were formed of her subconscious, so that makes us different of her other OCs she created herself. We're here to protect her, to make her feel better when she has her episodes of depression. Recently, she decided to make us public because we told her it was a good idea.
Now we will show a list of all the alter-egos Sandra has:
-Abyss (Gloomy Apocalypse): Demon
-Angel (Pulsar Majoris): Male version of Sandra
-Astrid (Star Lollipop): Birdwing
-Dana (Harmonic Holic): Human with
anyway.there are things i know too well about you, and most of them break my heart just remembering them. i knew the look in your eyes right before you would cry, or how it would snap and change from a look of swelling tides to unfiltered rage, aimed directly at me. cause i was the closest thing that you could bruise or throw your words at that wasn't a wall, or yourself. it wasn't damaging you, and as far i was concerned, that was worth a few flourishes or a swollen eye.
the alternative just wasn't worth mentioning or comparing.
there was something not right in your head, maybe the vodka or whatever you drink dissolved a synapses or two, because the notion of cause and effect didn't seem to make any sense, and empathy was just completely lost on you. i did love you, the best i knew how to, the best i could with the cards you gave me. i don't know if you returned those feelings when you were sober and weren't forced to be honest. drunken words are apparently the truths we can't admit when we'
Magic HourMagic Hour
by Kit the Wolfy
I always keep a cool and sunny place in my heart.
A place where the sky glows with the rich blue and pink and yellow of dusk and dawn, and everything is in picture-perfect clarity.
It's my own private magic hour.
And in this magic hour where everything is clear and bright, I take some time every day to reflect.
Reflect on the people I love.
Even if it's hard to continue, and even if I have scars,
My magic hour always heals the pain.
So, every day, I take a little time to retreat into my heart, into my magic hour.
And in that magic hour, I sit down in the grass, lie back, stare up at the shining sky...
And I think about how grateful I am that I have the people I love.
EmotionalA lot of people say that emotions is what makes us human because it's healthy for us to stay happy, joyful, and to always smile. But, what if the table was turn? In fact, is it turned already? Because some people can't feel that way.
What if instead they felt the opposite? What if they felt sad, pessimistic, and always cried tears every day in their lives? Some of them can't help, but feel like that. They feel like they're hopeless, mistakes, imperfect, or not good enough, anxious, depressed, bipolar, tearful, broken, and never going to be the person they dream of being.
So the real question is: Is being any other emotion besides happiness make us human?
Here's your Rantract
While you write your long paragraphs of amazing drama.
I will write you a short note.
I just want to say how much everyone dislikes you.
You are a fake friend. I don't think he deserved to even meet you.
You didn't know me that well either. I told you many times.
I am a very sensitive person. Oh no. You drew over a picture without permission.
Cool. Made me real upset and go upside down.
You refused to take it down. You told me to forget all dis shit and move on right?
Then be a good bitch and take it down honeybuns.
Another thing is, when we got back together. Yu go bitchface at him, like you CARED.
I swear real friends wouldn't care. Why would you even care? Are you going to butt in?
Alright. Keep going around and talking about us being in the following:
RUDE. IGNORANT. FAKE. PETTY. TWO FACED. STUCK UP. STUPID.
Girlll....Thats you lolk. You're only 12. We're 14. We see what's wrong or right.
Be like your friend over there who's following you. Just say, "Forget you, I have a
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