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 poems. They leave trails in libraries and coffee shops 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 cliché 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 b
365 Things I Love About You365 Things I Love About You1. I love how you always make me smile2. I love how you always make me laugh3. I love the way you inspire me.4. I love how cute and adorable you can be5. I love the kindness that you show6. I love how I can always be there for you7. I love how you can always there for me.8. I love how you stand up for the things you believe in9. I love how open-minded you are10. I love your gentleness with me12. I love how you take my breath away.13. I love thinking about you14. I love how sweet you make my dreams15. I love hearing your laughter16. I love it when you smile17. I love you still when your angry18. I love you still when your sad19. I love you still when you're a mess (though you'll always be beautiful to me)20. I love the way you feel21. I love the way you hold my hand22. I love the way you smell23. I love gazing into your eyes24. I love the sound of your sweet voice25. I love how much you've taught me about life and myself26. I lo
Markiplier's Version (Your Smile, My Sun)Chapter 1Mark's POVFinally, this damn Unfair Mario Lets play ended. I have been like 3 or 4 hours straight sitting in front of my computer and trying to pass the whole game plus editing the video added like 1 or 2 hours more:, That game was so frustrating, each death was like a vein exploiting inside me, I can’t ask more from a rage game with the propose of making the player lose his mind. I leaned back in my chair as I saw the final video uploading to YouTube.I was saying to myself while playing "It’s from the guys out there that supports me, the people that looks forward to each of my new videos" but it didn't take away the irritation and anger form the damn game.Looking back to the screen I saw how the loading bar was slower than common, great, trying to get up I notice how my body was all sore and lumpy so I stretched making some bones cracked. I sighed. This was a long day, watching the bar loading wouldn't do much of entertaining so I decided to t
Kid x Soul: Is it 'uncool'? Chapter 2YAOI WARNING: THIS IS YAOI IF YOU DON'T LIKE IT THEN GO AWAY THIS IS A KIDXSOUL PARRING FROM SOUL EATER SOUL EATER IS NOT OWNED BY ME!~Start~(Souls P.O.V.)I stopped playing and turned to see Kiddo, if he knew i called him that i wonder what he would say. He was the last person i wanted to see right now. He looked like he was about to burst in to tears he was all flushed and i didn't know if he was sick or something... but Shinigami's can't get ill so that meant he was... Blushing!I looked down and put the guitar in it's holder."S-soul are you okay you look like you've been crying?" his voice sounded so lush. What I would give just to hear him say my name over and over and over. "I-i'm fine... leave m-me be..." I replied not wanting to look at his honey colored eyes that make me want to melt when I see them"What's the matter Soul?" He asked"It's nothing""It's not not
LACKeven if small parts of my heartpulsate in that of my few soul mateseven if i have two arms and two legs when i see me in the mirroreven if your words full meeven if your thoughts feed mei feel a cracki feel an absencei feel a ghost feelingghost and virtualclose to dreamclose to imaginationclose to phantasmclose to nil
Merome, Winter Night.~Mitch's P.O.V.~I walk through the forest, with Betty hanging on my back,. Its snowing... Again. Living in the winter biome has beautiful views, but besides that it sucks. My cloths and shoes are wet from the snow and my my nose is frozen. I check my inventory to make sure I have all the wood and I do. The sun starts to set in the horizon and I pick up my pace. Once I get to my house monsters start spawning so I quickly unlock the door and get pulled in, with the door slams behind me.I feel fluffy arms wrap around my chest, I relaxed realizing who it was. Jerome."Where were you?!" He asked sounding relived I was home."I was just collecting some wood, we were running low," I feel my face get warm when I realized he was still holding onto me. When he let go he took Betty off my back and set it on the counter, "here" he said throwing my pajamas at me, " get out of those cloths, there soaking wet, after that we can watch some TV." I nod and head for my room. I strip down and throw my c
Conversations With Myself"You're
. you're writing again. Is everything okay?" "Yeah, I'm fine. I just need to vent a little is all. Nothing to worry about. Honest.""
.You're sure? I mean, because generally when you write, there's something really bothering you driving it." "Trust me, all is well. Like I said, I just need to write a little to help myself think some things through. Don't worry about me." "I'm really sorry that I have to ask again, but are you sure you're okay? This isn't like you, you know." "Really, there isn't anything wrong. I just want to write just a little to clear my head of things." "Hey
you're kind of worrying me. If there's something you need to say, you can say it to me. I promise I'll keep it a secret, and that I'll help in any way I can, okay?" "
You know, I don't get you. I tell you everything is fine, and that I just want to clear my head, and you get your panties in a bunch over nothing. And, that's exactly what it is: noth
I hate himI hate him! I fucking hate him.I hate him for a lot of things,For being alive,For being in my way.For smiling…oh God,His smile. That smile could lightEven the darkest day.Why the hell did he smile at me?Why couldn’t he just leave me alone? Why didHe of all people, keep on telling me“Good game”? he was just a no one.A photographer! I was the football playerWhy couldn’t he leave me alone?Why couldn’t I resist him?I hate him for being so beautiful. I hateHim for his soft voice, and soft hands.For his submissive personality,And the way he’s so attentive to my needs.I hate him because he’s a guy.And I’m a guy.And I’m the football captain.Liking him makes me fucking gay.He’s a photographer, not a cheer captain.Why can’t I love the cheer captain?For her golden hair,Or bright blue eyes?Why the hell did it have to beHim?Why did I have to follow himThat night?Why did I let him kiss me?Why did I
The Time to Sleep - Chapter 3~P~Chapter Three~P~While the initial idea of beginning a Pro-Bending team was appealing to the three, it quickly proved to be a difficult arrangement. Much to their shared displeasure, the only slot that Toza could get them in for them to practice was early in the morning, time that Mako was meant to spend working and Bolin in school. And while this immediately didn't check in well with the Firebender, with a little convincing from both Korra and Bolin, he agreed to on the condition that his brother would put in extra hours for studying so that he wouldn't fall behind in his education.Korra was grateful for the introduction of Pro-Bending in her life, as it provided a distraction from the growing non-bender violence in the city and her duties as the Avatar that she should have been fulfilling to protect people. She would stare at newspaper articles citing Equalist rallies or other disturbing progresses for hours, her mind racing with her responsibilities, and sometimes, Mako would
CompleteIs how I feel whenever I am with you.