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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
the weight of living pt. cdlxxit's a tangle of voices in the midst of rainy 1.53am breakdown
right now i want to cut myself
it feels like an ideal solution
i know it is not
maybe i should throw out my blades
i don't know
i don't know
i do know
i don't want to
the key phrase is just in case
you don't understand
you don't care
i wish .he cared
i also wish he wasn't fucking a fourteen year old harry potter freak with nicer eyes than me
i also wish he didn't spend his lunch times locked away in the drama room with a 52 year old paedophile with marriage problems
i wish i'd never cut myself because it's all these scars that will never fade and they remind me every day of how much i fucked everything up and how much i will never be okay what am i even saying
he reminds me of a sadness i never truly covered up and never truly understood
he reminds me of the gir
Today My Hands Reek of Doctor Office SoapBecause I frantically washed my hands in the back room
Because I’m one anxious little fuck when it comes to needles and
Crying children in the hallways and rooms where the walls are paper thin
Because I nearly pass out when needles are stuck into my arm several times
Because no one can ever find a goddamned vein the first time
Trying to calm myself as the doctor comes back in and the first words out of my mouth are
“So what are some good anxiety medications these days?”
[ i just wanted to make you something beautiful ]When someone enters your life - no matter how you end up feeling about them - they become part of you.
Whether it's their smile touching your lips
the breaths and hitches in their laugh
a melody that clambers or crawls through your mind
the beat of their hearts
the blur or clarity of their sight
the way their lips trail across your neck
the way they tell you they love you
It’s almost like a disease, a piece of their soul traveling on their breath and into your lungs. There, it becomes part of you. Even what you hate about them: how your father clears his throat after smoking a cigar or how an old friend would always quote bad movies. You can’t help but do it, too.
Because at least once in your life - whether for a moment or a lifetime - you loved them.
And love will break you down to your smallest piece and rebuild you up from there.
And you won’t realize that your sight has changed.
You won’t hear their voice on your tongue.
But it’ll always be there.
Leave Her AloneThere is a girl.
About twelve or thirteen.
She has depression.
And people bully her!
She may say no one can understand her.
But I can.
I can feel my heart slowly crumbling.
I can feel her pain.
Whenever she tries to stand up for herself, people get mad.
Because I know how it feels.
But all I ask...
Don't bully her.
If your bullying her, your bullying me.
Don't get mad at her if she stands up for herself.
Don't hurt her.
Don't insult her.
You don't know it feels.
But I do.
Don't say you hurt worse.
Because you really don't.
And most of all, if your bullying her.
LEAVE HER ALONE
a letter to her My darling sunshine,
I know that we're about 1000 miles apart, but my heart feels tied to yours and I can't seem to let you go. My heart tells me that you're my soul mate, that you're my other half, that you're supposed to be loved by me and I by you. Age is just a number. I know that. In your Valentine's Day card, you told me to believe in us, to believe that one day we'll be together forever. I can't wait until that day!
Recently, you suggested we take a break because our distance is too big for you... I told you that'd be okay, I told you that I could wait for 4 more years (seeing as that's how many years of school I have left). You still call me your lovely pet names for me: Babe, darling, deary, and my favorite - your shooting star. You still tell me that you love me, and I tell you that I love you more. I do believe in us, I do believe that some day soon, we'll be together forever.
You, my dear, are my best friend... And I'm yours, you told me so yourself. I won't let you g
I'll never be your daughterDad, oh why... Why can't you...
Why can't you accept who I am?
Why can't you accept how I am?
I have never seen this world,
I don't know the things you do.
I know that, and I know youre much wiser.
Wiser than me.
But is that a reason?
A reason for that expression?
The one on your face,
telling me that you think Im dumb.
Dumb and idiotic and worth nothing.
Are you really like that?
Is success the only thing that matters?
Intelligence and smart thinking?
Does someone not perfect not fit into your world?
Do you really think this...
Do you really think I'm not perfect enough?
But why do you do it then?
Why do you say you love me?
The way I am.
You said you loved me,
but to be honest, dad, I can't believe you.
Do you really?
How can you love me?
Why do you look so disappointed?
I can't understand your point.
When we argue you say it's me.
It's all my fault.
Is it really?
Do you really think it's me?
Do you mean it when you say things...
Things like "You should get a psychatrist!"
How can yo
Teenage Girls“I don’t know what asshole invented the idea that teenage girls are the cause for all evil, but I really hope that person never has to raise one. I don’t want him to see her dissolve in his fingers as society tells her to eat less, be thinner, be the damsel in distress, be something for a man to fix, be different but not too different, be special but never ever a special snowflake - I don’t want him to watch as she realizes that no matter what she loves, she’ll be made fun of for it. She can simply like her coffee from Starbucks and suddenly she’s vapid and thinks herself poetic. She’ll want to play video games but be called a fake nerd, particularly if she poses in any remotely flirtatious way because for some reason despite the entire community playing games with poorly dressed women they still hate it when a real girl wears less clothing, she will be seen as trespassing in a specifically male space - but when she falls in love with a female-
La Voce Toaif there is a hardness in the heart
it must be broken
if there are words inside untold
they must be spoken
if there is a candle burning at the shrine
it must burn down,
until the very last drop of wax is spent
this hope will have no ground
wherever i turn
wherever i spin
these are the words
of the dance we're in
if there is sadness welling at the throat
the tears must run
as raindrops fill the ocean
it must be released and sung
if there are voices silenced in the darkness
louder they'll shout
the crowds will take the streets
their anger must be let out
wherever i turn
wherever i spin
and these are the words
of the times we're in
la voce toa nu l'hai timire
la voca toa falla sentire
la voce toa nu l'hai timire
la voca toa famme sentire
i read once that
skin replenishes itself
every twenty-seven days.
you lose your skin
waxing and waning.
and within that time,
i have touched that
skin. i have memorized
each crater and astral-burn,
and every rimulose along the
seams of your palm.
you never change-
you're many phases and faces,
but your skin is always
the same substance as
before. your structure is
wholesome. i believe that
inside you there is more than
phenomenon's and numina-
you inhabit more space,
you ellipse more than just
your hands have cradled
a myriad of things, and i've
watched you fade enough times
to tell you that man may scar you,
my inflict a cicatrix upon you while
planting their emblem into you,
that you may fade many times more,
that you may pull one-tide-too-many,
but you are more than skin and soul;
you are more than humanity, more than
dismantled's and incompletes.
more than unfathomable's and
you're more than hands.
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
HomesickI am the river's son,
my arteries flowing turquoise
and turning to rapids
rushing around my frame,
filling me with this sense
of buoyancy, minnows
tickling my sternum.
I am the river's son.
My palms caress each
silty shoreline, every
battered bank and bend,
and these places I know
so well become me
as my fingerprint,
even the bridge above me
inflamed by the afternoon
sun-glow, burning rusty and
the steel blue sky.
I am the river's son;
I bring my home along
like hermit crab,
where I step
I pull water from the earth.
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