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Posible Spoiler XDCorrí por todas las tiendas, buscando algo perfecto, algo que le gustara.Ella era mi mejor amiga, la que mejor conocía y era como mi hermana, después de todo sus padres también murieron y ella tampoco los recuerda. Después de todo a pesar de las pesadas bromas ninguno de los dos lo dudaría siquiera en dar su vida por el otro.
Y ahora era su cumpleaños 16, y nunca encontré un regalo perfecto en el tiempo que estuve buscando, los demás tenían prendas de ropa y accesorios de lujo que ella solía usar, pero yo quería regalarle algo especial.
Tarde bastante tiempo buscándolo y la reunión empezaría dentro de media hora, sabia exactamente la cara que tendría si yo su "hermano mayor" llegaba tarde, y conociendo su carácter no me
Legion Adalid (Prologo) Legión Adalid
En el mundo, hay sucesos inexplicables pero este mundo, este universo en particular, tiene demasiados de esos sucesos, sin embargo también se ha buscado la solución para ellos. De otro modo este mundo seria incoherente .
En una especie de cuartel se encontraba una mujer recostada en lo que parecía una cama de hospital. Un hombre se acerco
-¿Cómo esta el?- Pregunto la mujer castaña
-Veraz, sus signos vitales están bien, pero...
-Sera mejor que lo veas tu mismo-Dijo el, salió de la habitación.
Ella se toco el pecho y se quedo pensando, sabia exactamente los riesgo de tener al bebe pero aun así ella lo quería mecer entre sus brazos. El hombre entro con otra mujer que cargaba aun bebe envuelto, se lo entrego a la mujer de la cama
-OH pero te amo mi pequeño- Ella lo abrazo y luego lo volvió a admirar
El recién nacido era en lo mas s
I'm Not a CutterJust because I'm not a Cutter,
Doesn't mean I can't feel pain.
It just means I’m strong enough,
to fight the battle, without giving up,
or succumbing to my own agony.
It just means, that I'm strong enough to go on.
I Dream About HerI dream about her, quite often, actually. It's been nearly two and a half years since I've seen her face to face, and it truly does break my heart when I remember the good times. She was one of my best friends, one of the greatest influences in my life, and someone who could make me smile. However, all good things must come to an end eventually.
Drugs don't just affect you, they affect your friends. When you've been roped into the bad crowd and refuse to turn to the people who love you most, you're going to lose everything you care about. Well, I cared for her, alright. We were nearly as inseparable as Sempai and I, hanging out nearly 24/7. Sure, there were fights, but every friend has a fight. It's when the line is drawn that things get messy.
In my dreams, I remember how she used to be, how fun she was, how silly she acted, and how she was just pleasant to have around. What happened? Why did she decide to go the way she went? To turn to lying, drug abusing, and overall not caring for
One last time. KristaXReaderFor music please listen
Highly recommended after the game scene though
"Two Kings!” Krista piped laying the cards on in the pot laying on my lap. She sat cross legged on the hospital bed with me. Sitting up straight and laid her cards face down in her lap leaning forward, now were both now down to one card. you looked up from my last card and glared at her. For such an innocent girl she had one hell of a poker face. you swallowed the lump in my throat and laid down my last card.
“One Ace.” you stated and crossed my arms challenging her to say it.
‘that’s it! the cat’s in the-’
“Bullshit!” She called out and flipped over the card that had just laid down….a queen,.
“Damn it Krista!” you shouted smacking the pile off my lap then pouted indignantly.
"Can't you just let me win for once." I asked. Krista giggled an
How to love a guy who can't love himself.How to love a guy who really doesn’t love himself.
Well first, there are numerous ways you can do this, so just sit back and listen.
Number one rule, tell him to drop his façade, abandon the stereotypes that society places upon him, find the real him, the core, so fragile and so easily able to be hurt.
When you find the real him, who he really is, then look him in the eyes, past all that buff, and all of that strength and mutter a few simple words. ‘It’s okay to cry.’ And when he cries, when he falls to his knees and allows his body to tremble for the first time in decades, you put your hands on his shoulders and say, ‘Everything will be fine’.
And when he looks up at you, with tears in his eyes, shaking out of either shame or anger, you just smile at him, and say ‘No’, not because he’s crying but because you know he’s threatening to close himself off again to the world, and put on that face that he fe
.things i've learned in
the last few months:
-friends are expendable.
-so is sanity.
-you can like girls and boys
and neither and either.
-it is possible to
exist while half your soul
is jutting out of your body.
-change does not help
-you can't bring back the dead.
-but you can hold the dead in your
arms when their eyes won't close.
-and when you make pacts with god,
remember that you're still upholding
so many promises with him in the first place.
-you're not suicidal, just human.
-maybe just a little less human than
-devaluing people doesn't
help your social anxiety.
-you can't run away from job
opportunities just because
you think a colleague is whispering about you.
-but you do get a choice on which job to take.
-and no, you're not so worthless that you have
to settle for a job you know you'll hate.
-and you do have a right to be paranoid.
-you don't have to write your sister.
CycleI reserve the option to be emotionally born, play, grow old, and die at last once every decade--perhaps every year, month, week, or day.
--J. Shidler 2014-04-06
RainAs the electric arc sizzles away like frying bacon, two pieces of steel are fused together into one mechanical mass. Its Thursday night, and for us its the last night of the work week. Weekend ahead, money in our pocket, endless possibilities.
But for now, there are 36" mower decks to run. Bright light on a dark night, smoke and sparks, and 8 hours of staring into a false star. The shop is filled with a light yellow haze, it drifts through the air like a ghost as we work away the hours till dawn.
It is warmer than previous nights, winter is coming to an end and spring begins. Its raining!
Not snowing, not hail, not ice that clings to all things, but the continual 'tap, tap, tap' of heavy rain, almost like the distant roar of a forgotten army.
Sparks fly and fill the night, the haze is stifling, creeping behind helmet and vale. Another hand crafted product is born, and ready for processing, on to the paint line and the day crew.
A hot steel plate that will be painted black, built up wit
You and I are just the same...
Through glazed plastic eyes I stare, a soft smile sewn onto my lips.
"You're my best friend!" the girl across from me smiles, giggling gleefully as she does.
"You're mine too..." I respond with warmth in my unspoken words.
She brings me close, hugging me to her chest, as she spins in a circle. Then after she holds my hand and brings me wherever she goes.It always starts like that, so gentle and innocent. Slowly, it grows as she starts to reveal her secrets to you. Crushes she has, wishes for things that she wants. You'd think this was an unbreakable bond. But then, they begin to grow distant. Their warmth leaves and you're left in a cold corner, forgotten.
They may come to visit you every now and then, but it's never for very long and soon enough it's they simply don't return. In years they may find you and look you over. They find you dusty, your eyes are scratched and the paint is faded.
"I remember y
Mientras duermo...Aun lo recuerdo, te veías tan bien de negro, tu siempre tu, con esa estúpida sonrisa esa que me hace suspirar y decir "si" a todo lo que me propongas, y ¿como iba vestida yo? claro un vestido negro entallado y corto, y unas finas zapatillas... ¿ Porque siempre tenias que salir en los momentos mas incómodos?, cuando me viste te reíste de mi, de esa forma tan encantadora que me mata. Me invitaste a sentarme junto a ti y yo que me sentía tan extraña lo hice, me recargue en tu pecho y no dijiste nada, el brazo que tenias por encima de mi hombro y apoyado en el marco reflejaba lo fuerte que yo te recordaba...Voltee y note que habías inclinado tu cabeza mas cerca de mi, y entonces lo hice, no estaba consciente de lo que hacia ni siquiera lo pensé, por primera vez fui mas emocional que racional, tus labios y supongo que todo tu, esperaba ese beso, pues lo correspondiste, nunca jamas me había sentido tan feliz, y cuan
mechanici want to kiss every aching wound you have,
bandage your heart every time it bleeds,
and patch up your mind over and over
because not a single tear deserves to fall
from your brandy-drenched eyes
but this dripping heart of mine can only feel
and the healing honey words it flames get caught
in the back of my throat and on the roof of my mouth
so i only have these passionate guttural cries
to tell you that i care all too much
and in order to fix you up again,
i would need to tear myself to tatters
and trade all of my working parts
for your leftover, fading pieces
but i just haven’t figured out how.
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