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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
Hay alguien mas ~ Cap 1 ... Desorientados
UNIVERSO DE BEN
Ben estaba peleando con un Techadon junto con Gwen y Kevin, afuera de su escuela, desde lejos Julie lo estaba viendo.
-¿Saben que? estoy harto de esto- y diciendo esto Ben se transformo
-¡NRG!- Grito Ben después de transformarse, después le lanzo la lava que NRG saca y el Techadon dejo de funcionar.
En eso las típicas fans desesperadas y la prensa se acercan a acosar a Ben.
-¿me llevas a la escuela Kevin?- Pregunto Gwen ignorando por completo a Ben que estaba sonriendo y contestando preguntas a la prensa
-Claro, todo por mi linda chica-Kevin Trajo su auto y Gwen se fue con el
-Hey Ben- Julie llego corriendo a saludar a su novio
-Ben, Jennifer Nocturne declaro que esta esperando un hijo tuyo- dij0o un reportero- ¿Eso es cierto?
-QUE, no, ella es bonita, pero nada paso de un beso- Ben sonrió- Ah Julie ¿que pasa?
-Quería saber si íbamos a almorzar juntos
-No lo creo, ¿no vez que estoy atendiendo a mis fans?
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
Because God Told Me..."...We can't be friends anymore."
"I need to be with someone who talks to God like I do."
When were we ever fucking?
"Okay, let me rephrase this."
Then please use my Text Corrector.
"We can be acquaintances, but as far as a personal, close friendship -- I can't do that."
Ten years of friendship and we're going to bog it down to "acquaintances?" Does the rewind button even work like that? You've known me since I was a child; you stood there when my mother was lying broken on the kitchen floor. I stayed with you over the phone to cry about your pregnancy test. When did we start basing the value of friendships on religion and not actions or support?
"I didn't say our friendship has been meaningless; I just need someone who can uplift me and...encourage me the way I uplift and encourage them. When you're going through something good or bad, I tell you 'God bless,' but you never say it in return."
No, I give a whole fucking step-by-step process for you to sa
The Privileged Feminist and the WomanShe was a feminist, born free,
while she was a woman born over seas.
She was the feminist who went to school,
while she was the woman who paid unrightful dues.
She was the feminist who went to college,
while she was the woman forced to work without knowledge.
She was the feminist who preached her corrupted views,
She was the woman whose homeland was on the news.
She was the feminist who spoke her annoying mind,
She was the woman who could only be at peace inside.
She was the feminist who could walk freely,
She was the woman that would get beaten weekly.
She was the feminist who blamed men for everything,
She was the woman who was forced to bare men's offspring.
She was the feminist who could chose her life
She was the woman who didn't make it past twenty five.
She is the feminist who is blind to the world,
who only cares for herself, her life is like a pearl,
She is the woman who cannot show her face,
as an excuse to be modest, faithful and chaste.
She is the feminist who is ignorant t
The gentleman with the paper napkin rose!Lonely and heart broken,
I was that night.
I walked out of my hotel room,
right into the bar and into it's magical atmosphere,
beautiful belly dancers,
I sat down and got me a drink,
wanting to drawn,
all of my feelings,
my love, my life.
wanting to be cold,
not wanting to feel anything,
betrayal is a painful
thing to remember!
So I wanted the ability to forget,
since forgiving was much too soon
for my broken heart.
So intense was this pain,
many years later
I still carry it's scars.
and without looking I was at the distance,
welcomed by someone's interest...
There he was looking at me,
and for the longest time
I could not look away, I got hypnotize
by his Indian eyes...
From a paper napkin he made me a flower,
I thought of this detail for hours.
He walked to me and reached for my hands,
placing the object of his creation between my fingers.
He must have made this flowers a thousand times,
because as he did,
he never stopped looking at my eye
... and nobody cares.Can you see these empty eyes, screaming for help? No you can't.
Oh come on, you're not sick! I can't see it! Your answer was. You're thinking of me as a malingerer, don't try to tell me otherwise. You think I'm one of the comfortably sick to get through life easy.
Have you ever asked yourself why you (still) live? What is worth for living? When all problems hail down on you at once and you threaten to suffocate, seeing all your plans and dreams destroyed, you won't consider giving up, don't you?
Come get your ass up, lazy f*ck and get a job again, I once heard you yelling at me. Afterwards I'm asking myself – do you, so called friend, even know me at all? Do you know that the pressure of my past has crushed me into an unstable pile of mood swings, suicide thoughts and psychosomatic sickness? Probably not, because if you'd know me you wouldn't hurt me with your words.
But there are loads of therapists out there, don't whine into my ears any longer, go get your hea
fellow adventurers and others who want to donti know its been a long time sense she commited suicide but i just recently found out about Amanda Todd the poor girl she just couldnt handle it anymore i wanted to say that it gets better i should know and today im gonna tell you my story
it was an ordanary day in the dew household yes dew as in mountain dew anyway i was deppresed tho that wasnt unusual for me knowing my past it was diffrent this time it was like my deppression was worse then ever i went into my brothers old room to look at pictures because hes at collage so i was missing him then i noticed his clouset was open now ya see he had a real sword in that clouset and i saw it i thought to myself i-its to much i cant handle it anymore i picked the sword up and almost drew it getting ready to drive it right through my 9 year old chest but then i thought to myself why am i doing this all its gonna do is make my family missrable and i dont
The True ArtistThe true artist is within,
He/She probably don't do it for a living.
They work 40+ hours at a job, but dream of art,
And save for the next project, for the next brush, for the next lens.
There is a million things in their way, distractions, obstacles,
Yet they still create, those are the true artists, that do it for the love.
They don't get recognition, or a million likes every time they burp.
They don't have staff to stock studios, or load film, or move lights or promote their vision,
They work their hours, save their energy, and use their spare time to create,
These are the artists that you want to know, and be around, and support with your body, your thoughts, and your money.
The ScientistCome up to meet you, tell you I'm sorry
You don't know how lovely you are
I had to find you, tell you I need you
Tell you I'll set you apart
Roni was excited for her new best friend to finally come over. I was never good at talking to others, so I wasn't excited. I unplugged the airbed from the pump, quickly closing the seal so air wouldn't get out. A knock at the door showed that Roni's friend was here. I peeked out from the hallway, looking at the stranger from my hiding spot.
She was beautiful.
Tell me your secrets and ask me your questions
Oh let's go back to the start
Running in circles, coming in tails
Heads on a science apart
Roni fell asleep around midnight, Chass was a night owl, so she was still up. Me and her had been talking for the past few minutes. Trying to get to know each other. I was falling in love. Days passed, weeks, we were both really close by now. I wanted to ask her out, but, I was just to nervous.
What if I was just a friend to her?
4 Dead ChordsI’m here, with the darkness embracing me, trying to sleep. My eyes, full of tears, want to sleep, listening to those things that makes me feel bad in the middle of the night, listening to my thoughts written by other mind, but are mine. I know the reason of the sad midnight, when the sky has closed the window and no one can see the spirits, walking lonely roads.
Maybe I took another wrong way, or the wrong way took me, with a beautiful smile and deep black eyes, asking me if I was truly happy all this time without Starlight; I wasn’t, those days were wasted moments in my life. There’s nothing to see inside a womb, where you are isolated and peaceful with yourself, thinking about the day you had.
I’m drowning in memories, and cry, the droplets that my lung has.
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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