The next time I see you, which I hope so desperately to be never and soon, I will look you in the eye and tell you that I'm happy.
Nights like theseThe words are heavy as lead in my mouth. His arms around her waist, her face against his face and the smile that should have been mine. I can't look but I can't turn away. The air around me is thick and I can't draw a single breath.
Our past is complicated by all the words unsaid that tangle in knotted strings and choke up any chance of us making things right. I sit here and tell you I forgive you, even though you never asked for it. Even though you'll never hear it. Because I forgive you for giving up on me.
Not us. Me.
And sometimes I hate you for it, and other times I detest you for it. But these days I'm just too tired to waste more feelings on you.
Nowadays I want to look at you and not feel the same pang from all those years ago. I want to look at you and not be consumed by the hollowness that consumes me when I realise you're not looking back. I don't want to feel a thing when you laugh and smile at me, because I don't want to remember a time when that would have meant so
words are like spilt waterDear you,
Unspoken words spilt from your lips as all around us, promises mingled with the bittersweet tinge of memories saturate the moist air. Whispers of could-have's and has-been's stung my eyes as I feigned a smile.
I'm rigid with all the things I want to say but can't. So instead of telling you all the important things like I love you, I'm sorry and do you miss me? I meet your eyes but not quite and say, hey you. And although we will switch off the lights and go our separate ways I can't help but think that maybe, just maybe, you wanted to say more than 'hey'.
paper heartsDear you,
Today I saw the guy who'd pried my heart from my chest cavities with flimsy fingers laced with even flimsier promises. We stood there, best-friends-turned-strangers, and I found myself tripping over memories of had-beens. And just as I was about to swallow my pride-again-and throw a last-ditch effort to grasp the faltering threads of our friendship, I remembered what he said that night:
"I don't think things will ever go back to the way they used to be."
And you know, I didn't think this was possible, but my heart broke a little more.
i betDear you,
I bet she's beautiful; nice eyes, dainty lips (and maybe perfect teeth, since you're into that). When she smiles, her whole face lights up; when she laughs, it sounds like rushing water and tinkling bells. When she talks, her voice is soft as the words float towards you and caresses your skin. She wouldn't wear her emotions on her sleeves; she's probably always happy and cheerful and bubbly. She probably doesn't get angry the way I would; she probably wouldn't yell at you when she's upset, or walk away hoping you'd come after her. Or maybe she does, but maybe with her, you'd do anything to make her stay.
I bet she's gorgeous, the sort of pretty that takes a moment or two to realize, but the moment you do, she takes your breath away. I bet her most stunning attribute is her ability to make those around her feel good-after all, that would be the only type of girl you could possibly fall for. You never went for physical beauty; you know that such a thing would fade with time. So
Like GlassI sipped the coffee quietly, although we both know I dont like the stuff.
So. The word dispersed in the air, followed by the trail of silver smoke. I looked up, almost surprised at the realisation that you were watching me.
The silent words hung heavily in the room; Im sorry.
I blinked and continued tilting the mug into my mouth, savouring the bitterness and letting it numb my tongue.
Yeah, I say, pursing my lips. So am I.
You turned away, and I secretly marvelled at my ability to stay poker-faced whilst you squirmed at my tone.
I know what youre thinking, even as you grabbed your coat and left without another backward glance
My words cut like glass.
A Chance In TimeId catch you, you know. I blinked and turned to look at him. He returned my gaze with a smile and shrugged lightly, taking my hand into his. It suddenly occurred to me as to what he was referring to, and I found myself flushing hotly. Chuckling, he pulled me closer towards him. You didnt think Id forget did you?
I smiled and rested my head on his shoulder. I was just surprised that you remembered, I said, after a while. He traced tiny hearts on my bare arm and raised goose-bumps along my skin.
Cassie. His voice was quiet. I think I think Im falling in love with you. I felt as though my heart had stopped beating. My throat seemed to have closed up, and by the time I decided to look at him, I realized that the silence had lasted for a moment too long. He was no longer looking at me and I suddenly realized that he may never look at me with the same affection he had for me only moments ago. The very t
Those Three WordsHe brushed her off roughly, with the annoyance of an impatient child on a humid summers day. She bites the edge of her lip to stop it from trembling and looks away.
Okay She says quietly, after a moment. Ill see you later. The hope in her voice at the possibility of another meeting almost broke his heart. Not quite, though.
Alright, take care. His dismissive tone killed her inside but she simply nodded, afraid that if shed spoke, the tears shed been trapping behind her eyelids would pour out.
He didnt see nor heard of her again for the next six months. Her absence had a bigger affect on him than he cared to admit, but the emptiness was pressing and he found himself in the company of countless women, none of whom he could not find solace in.
He was always on the lookout for her at the usual places that theyd accidentally bumped into each other: the train station where hed seen her with her boyfriend (the
Here's to HopingI wait for the day when hell turn around, careless grin stilling gracing chapped lips and hand tucked in powder white denim pockets, and say:
Lets just be friends.
Forty-eight years on, Im still waiting.
Mother's DayThe first light of dawn breaks through the horizon, bruising the sky and gradually streaming through my windows. I crawl into my mothers bed and stare at her sleeping face. Even in her sleep, her eyebrows are furrowed, as if even dreams could not cease her disappointment and satisfy her expectations. I swallowed hard and lean in closer, breathing in last nights lingering memory of cheap wine and cigarettes. Her lips twitched, as if the words were already forming inside her mouth.
Happy mothers day, Mum, I whisper softly. Her frown deepened slightly, and she turned her back to me.
Chat ocio 2-¿Tinchito?
Visto a las 4: 52
Visto a las 4: 59
-¿Mi amorcito <3?
Visto a las 5: 08
-Sos hijo de puta, Manu...
-sdofksdlfldñkf nah, hueón. ¿Seguí enojado?
-Nooo, vos qué pensás, si te pusiste retierno con el cejotas, qué va... enojado yo, serás pelotudo.
-Ya po, si tu sarcasmo me duele
-Hueón, si era para molestarte nomás, lo había planeado con el Arthur
-Ah, ¿hablás con él?
-... Tengo amigos, tincho, no seai celoso
Visto a las...
-¡Ya po hueón, péscame!
-Es que sos un hijo de trola
-sdklfjklsdjf aaay, es tan bakán verte celoso
-¿Celoso? Yo no estoy celoso, ni por vos
-Sí sí, cómo no
-De verdaaad, no estoy celoso
-Yaya hueón, tranki...
Visto a las 5: 23
-Si el Arthur igual es celosito...
-¡Pará Manu! Ese hijo e pura no es nada
One voiceOne voice requesting freedom,
One voice screaming for peace,
One voice demanding everything
we want, but never reached.
Unite, you bleeding soldiers,
Unite, and fight as one!
Share your hopes for better times,
One voice, to end the war!
Stand up, unlucky prisoners,
Stand up, and join your hands.
Reach out towards the light outside:
One voice, one group, for liberty!
Rise, mistreated children,
Stand on your own two feet!
Team up with those who wish you well,
One voice, cry out for justice!
One voice, requesting freedom,
One voice, screaming for peace,
One voice demanding everything
We want, AND WILL NOW REACH!
The World's EndWhere ravens feast on mortal sin,
The world ends at a clifftop inn
Whose greeting is a fleshless grin
From pirates' gibbet at the door.
This lonely structure is adorned
With bodies of those men unmourned,
With sign proclaiming Ye be warned,
And always room enough for more.
Our story, though, tells not of this,
This feared, this known, this bland abyss,
But rather of the promised bliss
A spyglass offers to these men.
For if, once fear has gripped his mind,
Our pirate's hand, then eye should find
The spyglass hidden just behind
The rotting gibbet post, well then...
Well, then he runs, or jumps, or flies,
(That is to say, the fellow tries,)
Enticed by promises – no – lies
Of life at sea forever more.
A sultry mermaid beckons him
To where no mortal man can swim,
He knows he'll gain a fish's limb
If he can just escape the shore.
No mermaid waits for him out there,
No mermaid sits and shakes her hair,
No mermaid even set the snare,
For she is only in the glass.
Roronoa Zoro vs Erza Scarlet
High noon, that was the agreed time for the duel. It was now eleven o' clock. What were the contestants coin one hour from their contest? Well, they were acting as usual. Zoro was out under the tree in the Fairy Tail park, sleeping. Erza was enjoying some delicious cake that Sanji had insisted on making her. She was pleasantly surprised at how magnificent the blonde cook's baking skills were.
"This is delicious, Sanji!" She commented, taking another bite of the treat. Her compliment sent Sanji into a ridiculous state of love tornado dorkiness.
"Anything for you, Erza-chan~" Sanji swooned, his ridiculous state made Erza chuckle slightly. Her smile making him all the more lovey-dovey. Lucy then joined Erza at the bar, requesting Sanji make her a fruity drink. To which he happily obliged.
"So Erza, what do you think of the Straw Hats?" Lucy inquired as she sipped her drink.
"As a crew or individually?" Erza asked savoring her current bite of cake.
"Both I guess." Lucy said after thinking.
HTMR-Calavera Literaria: Chiquita y la Catrina
Chiquita y la Catrina
La huesuda sacó su vestido ajustado
Era nuevo, lo compró el mes pasado.
Como accesorio su sombrero emplumado,
Se veía muy mona de amarillo y rosado.
Tomó su teléfono y a su amigo llamó:
-¡Ya es el día de los muertos!
¿Me llevarás al panteón?-.
Al otro lado de la línea, el joven asintió.
Era divertido salir con su amiga,
Y hacerla enojar no era una opción…
La Catrina terminó de arreglarse,
Sacó sus zapatos de tacón,
Y más rápida que lo pueda imaginarse
Salió rumbo al pachangón.
-¡Ya estoy aquí!-. Dijo tras la puerta,
-¿Nos vamos o qué?, la espera me impacienta…-
Más sin embargo, su amigo tenía un problema
No podía encontrar el pan para la ofrenda.
Un poco frustrada pero entiendo el caso,
Catrina se sentó a la entrada a esperar un rato.
SMIH ONE PIECE Coby
"I think this game's gone rather well so far!" Sanji swooned, "So who's next?" You stepped forward and accepted the challenge like a brave pirate that you were. You confidently put your hand into the bag and grabbed the first thing you felt. It was a head bandanna, a pink one with greenish flowers on it. You had seen some kid wearing this bandana before the game, but you couldn't quite place the face or name. You turned towards the crowd and yelled, "Who's hair net?" You heard snickering from the guys until a tall man with broad shoulders and pink hair stepped forward to claim his item. It was the Marine Captain, Coby.
"That's my bandana." he stated calmly, a slight blush feathering his cheeks. Oh you were gonna have so much fun with this kid! He was just to easy to mess with! A devilish smirk grew on your face as you draped the bandana around Coby's neck and pulled him close to you. Making his pink blush turn deep crimson. "Well come on, Mister Marine Captain. Show me what you got!" w
that flighty temptresstuesday night on the roof of the anthropology building;
watching the sunset. watching the starrise.
i would never have come up here -
never have risked my life on the twisted drainpipe and icy window ledges,
never have wrote the goodbye note to my roommate and my cat (just in case)
never have trespassed on university property, for god's sake,
if it hadn't been for you.
you took me to the top of the mountain,
(and told me about watching the sunrise with your mates)
you showed me the hospital,
Creepypasta x ghoul!reader part 3n.n
You hit the ground and saw that every creepypasta of the slender mansion was running to slenderman -great- you thought, when everybody was next to slendy you got up -you have good aim there jeff- you said coldly while getting the knife out of your eye. Everybody was impressed but then jeff broke the silence -what the fuck are you?- you open your mouth to tell him but then the rake came out of the bushes -my slender i never thought that you were that weak- he said -you're weaker than him rake so shut up- you told him, slenderman got up and walked until he was it front of you -you're stronger than me so i apologize for offending you- you smiled at him -apologize accepted-.
You were in slenderman's office in his mansion, you told him your story and what were you -im sorry i cant do anything to help you get back to your dimension- he said -don't worry about it i'm fine with staying here with you guys since there's nobody waiting for me over there- y
sometimes I wish
your last words were
a hand against my cheek,
a fist to my chest,
an arm around my neck,
nails on my wrist.
the ache more real
every night I ache and
I point all over.
mostly my heart,
mostly my mind,
to the words stuck
that won’t loosen
that wedge themselves
in my teeth and fall out when
in his lap. he doesn’t need them, boy
that loves me until his
teeth rot, who says I don’t
deserve you who constricts
my waist with his hands and who
whispers I love you before
we fuck. he’s got courage like
the front lines of warfare,
throwing himself into the densest dark
he’s ever felt up. thinking he can
map it and find me waiting
white and red on the other side.
the boy that says I love you knowing
he will gnaw the silent night
in return. who says it anyway.
what does he do w