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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 Young, The Wild, and The FreeDear Gabby,
This is a letter that I have wanted to write to you for over three years. I have used countless excuses: No time, no courage, no inherent reason. I have told myself countless times that writing letters to people like you is useless because people like you do not listen, no matter the person, the time, the medium, nor the words. You just do not, or maybe will not, listen. But, I guess in the realm of things this does not matter, because here I am, neither drunk nor sober, writing down my words on a piece of scrap paper you'll look at, but never read.
I was always quiet and you were always loud, and our friends told us it was okay because opposites attract. In public, it was funny. You would laugh and grasp my shoulder when you rambled on and I did not reply, but just listened. However, when we would arrive back at my apartment, it was always different. Instead of laughing, you would yell. Instead of grasping, you would pu
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.
We're Waiting.To be a good writer is to be you. To be a good artist is to be you. To be anything is to be you. Dream. Live. Wonder. Create. And be yourself.
Because you are the one who can make the change that everyone's been waiting for. You can do what others were too afraid to do. You just need a little push, and a lot of hope.
But most of all, you need you. Your individuality. Your uniqueness. Your creativity. Your imagination. And if you tie that all together, you can create something absolutely beautiful. Something new. Something amazing. Something we've all been waiting for.
The world is waiting for the next J.K Rowling. The world is waiting for the next Van Gogh. The world is waiting for the next Beethoven. The next Einstein. The next John F. Kennedy. The world is waiting for you. We're waiting for a change. And who's the say you can't make a change? Who's to say you can't make a difference?
You can. You most certainly can. All you need is a dream, hope, and a little bit of imagination. And
Just Venting"Are you alright?"
"Wow, you're good. Why aren't you in honors?"
Because I know I'll fail.
"Hello? ...You okay?"
"Wow, I didn't mean it. It was a fucking joke...Hello? Hey, I said I'm sorry."
"You don't appreciate anything."
"You're so lazy."
"Wow, what's got you in such a pissy mood?"
"Nothing. I'm fine."
"When was the last time you saw him?"
"...Over a month."
"When was the last time you talked to him?"
"And that boy you talked about, you're still with him?"
"He cheated on me."
"You don't trust many people, do you?"
"I trust far more than I should."
"For someone with all these problems, you sure do smile a lot."
Have you ever had the feeling...Have you ever had the feeling like you just don't know what to do? Where you just can't even think of what to say or who to talk to? Like you're being torn between two sides and you just don't know who to pick? Like if you make one wrong move, you'll be sent down a slippery slope with no return?
I feel like this every day. I don't know what to say, and I don't know what not to say. I don't know who I should and shouldn't be talking to. I don't know what questions are safe to ask, and what ones are better left unsaid.
I can't simply hide away from it all. And I can't simply do something too drastic. I feel like I'm being forced to feel some way when I feel another. Like I'm the bad guy for staying true to myself.
I'll get in big trouble if I make a mistake, and I don't know how to keep going without making one. I'm terrified of the inevitable fates that I see...I can't find a path to a good outcome no matter how much I think it over...
No one tells me straight up what's wrong, I have to
You don’t know me and I don’t fully know you- I only know your story. Sometimes a story is all you need to really know someone, and I’m sorry you may never know me, but I feel blessed to know you.
I... well, vocabulary is very limited and I don’t really think there are words to describe it but, well, I can try. In a way I kind of look up to you. It’s amazing how strong you are; if what is happening to you were to happen to me I wouldn’t be half as strong as you are. That’s how I also feel about Jeth. We often don’t know what we have, and I sometimes think that it’s amazing how people can live without things I take for granted. Like Jeth told me you aren’t able to look at a computer screen; that would seriously kill me. All I ever do is go on my phone and laptop, and if I didn’t have those things, I would I hate every second without them. You and Jeth both are similar in your own ways because you both have more po
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
I Met This Guy and He Was DifferentI'm an outcast. I don't even own any skirts that I can still fit and I only own 2 dresses both of which haven't been worn in 2 years. However, at the same time I don't play sports. I'm more of a nerd if you want to give me a label. Anyway, for the longest time I was extremely honest, ambitious, and seemed to be made of stone. I didn't get sad, or angry, or heartbroken or anxious over things. That angry part changed very quickly, but I'm not even talking about that. When I was younger, if I had a crush on a guy I seriously just told him and everyone else. Considering I've never had a boyfriend, you'er best to assume they've always rejected me. Then came this one year, which I'm not telling you what year, just to sound less pathetic. I met this guy and of course at first it was just physical attraction, we didn't talk. Then one day despite the fact we didn't talk, he knew I liked to write. We had this huge project , we had to write a Choose Your Own Adventure book. He and his best
Love Swings Back and ForthToday at the park, I saw a couple on the swings. I hadn't known they were there until I came right up on them. I was about to turn around and let them be, but the guy realized what I was after and politely relinquished his seat. Wondering whether they could see through to the pain I was feeling, I flashed them a bashful but grateful smile, then discarded my cane and sat down, allowing my legs to fall into an automatic yet idle pumping rhythm.
There were families with children on the playground, too, but I only had ears for the couple. The guy was now standing in front of his girlfriend as she swung, and they quietly but laughingly bantered one another. The boyfriend attempted to stop his girlfriend mid-swing, and she almost kicked him in the face by accident.
I couldn't help feeling cheered by their antics as they switched places, and yet seeing them here was heartbreaking to me. Nearly a year ago, you and I started out on this very swingset, talking until the wee hours of the morning.
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
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