Dang it; I fell in love.
4-18-15i miss rock music and bleached
denim jackets; the ones with little
frilled strips at the arms; with
cherry cola in my hands, because we're
teenagers living for love and
f r e e d o m !
life has no meaning
work and money
we should be happy,
rather than drunk
from loathing and
like we always do;
we should have
like those before
living for love
and life and
girls and boys,
or whatever we
just give us
freedom, and we'll
be full of tranquility
mixed with youthful
4-17-15in a world of pastels
and dollhouses with little
frills and white lace around
the neck of my baby blue dress
piano keys will softly play for
you as i smile at the imperfect
perfections lining your stardust
posture and the galaxy hidden
behind your eyes; you named each
and every planet after me, with
glimmers in your smirk, buying
constellations with everything
you have in your possession.
tell me what's on tv; american
broadcasting and gossiping over
other people's lives because we
simply don't have one ourselves.
let us be millionares sipping cherry
cola, give us the first and second
and third and fourth amendment
and et cetera!
we want fame and hell's worth
of fortune; pour it slowly, i'll
rapid typing, drinking
(not driving) making commands
alongside the king of chevron-
4-15-15i. the world ended while you
were sleeping last night; night
skies turning cherry red, like
my lips, which you'd adore
if you could've seen it with
your own two eyes; a horror
unlike any that i've ever fallen
twenty stories high for, not even
worth the name of a sociopathic act-
it gave me a crown made of freesias
and told me,
"you'd look a dash
prettier if you were by his side."
the sound of thunder gnawing away
at my sanity said that-
it can't get enough of the parading screams
begging it to stop.
ii. i'm crazy, lit
on fire with wishes
and dreams born from
ghosts in mid-july;
and i can('t) fly with
broken wings, not
iii. i lie among seven billion ashes
with heaven tattooed on my wrists
and it's a place on earth with you,
you don't have to call me miss
america to convince me what
happiness is; just
stay in the room.
4-14-15i wrap myself in the american flag,
shot down in a cemetery with wildflowers;
petals drowned in white pigment,
you gently insert the stems in my hair,
like i'm a statue that you don't ever want to
(venus de milo,
i'm an art
you know it
comprised of stardust
can i walk through limbo without
messing up my flower crown?
f i r e
(the ocean cares more about the earth than itself.)
4-11-15i won't crumble into
pieces if you swear you
we can forget what
(we) used to be if
the nebulae hanging over
our heads like ceiling fans
f-e-l-l upon the earth like
shooting stars catching fire
and we were the last two people
standing on this cruel world,
staring at the sky like it's the
first thing a blind man's ever seen;
i can't compress emotions
into little bottles that
contained arsenic before
you cleaned them out,
but i'm the best liar
you've ever opened up to
and i'm learning the
consequences of lacking
4-10-15you may now ki(ss/ll) the bride
with lips ever so innocent;
audacious and irresolute all at the same time
because the earth will tilt farther than twenty three
point five degrees for someone whose name was scratched among the stars
right after the first ice age
and the cosmos will collide into one another to
reverse the big bang while i'm trapped on the moon,
screaming for you to come join me
(rather than save me)
Ultimate Birth ControlUltimate Birth Control
"Sir it seems that our planning for this day was successful. We have identified enough candidates to save the nation."
"Thank you general. Now let's just hope we gain an advantage if China and India misunderstood the recent events."
Mindy had just come home from school and walked in the door with her focus being on her cellphone completely oblivious to the rest of the world. Mindy was really the typical high school student. She did decently in school have a boyfriend and was in the prime of her beauty. She wasn't a bombshell but wasn't far away from being considered one. Her c cup breasts and bubble butt gave her a very sensual look. This was topped off by rich brown hair that she seemed to be able to put into any style.
She looked up for a moment to see her mom standing in the kitchen waiting for her. Mindy had a wonderful relationship with her mom because she was lax and reall
Not Full EnoughFull. Oh, so full. So completely overstuffed with pies, cakes, cookies, and ice cream. There's no room left, your stomach is so horribly packed tight you're surprised the skin hasn't torn. It itches, though, as if it's stretched to the limit. Maybe it is. The colossal balloon sticking out as much sideways as it bows out forwards. Pushing away from your pudgy body as though wanting to avoid another feast. Just like you do. And you would, too, if you could move anything but your mouth.
You aren't strapped to the leather arm chair, but you may as well be. Leaning back into the cushions, you're pinned under the hefty weight of your belly. After a whole day of endlessly shoving in dessert after cruelly delicious dessert, you're so engorged even breathing is difficult. Heaving that boulder up and down with every breath. It tires you out, so you quickly realise moving is impossible. At least not without help.
But he won't help you. The man in the kitchen, who currently cooks yet more food for
it's a friend thing. | kuroo tetsurou
Warning: Mentions of sex but nothing really explicit??? enjoy anyway :'-)
“Okay, okay. How about this― You must be tired because you've been running through my head all night.”
“That was so bad.” Kuroo says, followed by a snort. You roared in laughter, tears nearly coming out from you eye but quickly blinked them away. The both of you continued to laugh until one's stomach started from laughing too hard. Eventually, the both of you ceased from laughing and rested for a few minutes, the smile still glued on your faces as you thought about the dreadful pick-up line. Kuroo closed his eyes and began thinking of another godawful pick-up line, and it didn't take him long to come up with one. He shots his eyes open and turns to look at you. “Alright. I think I got one. And it's really bad. You ready?”
“Great legs. What time do they open?”
“That was the worst one yet! Oh my go
Growing Into Herself Dawn's packed on quite a bit since I first met her. There was a time when she was thoroughly slender, her sleek arms and legs completely free of any sort of flab, when her body was physically fit. Flat tummied, flat chested, flat bottomed. She was rail-thin.
But then that belly grew in. The great glob of fat took up residence on her tummy, wiggling as she walked, rising, falling as she spoke; it became the focus of Dawn, the sort of thing you notice first and foremost in her presence. Her big, blobby, bouncing bulge. The one that pressed outwards into her shirts, held up in the air by a hammock of fabric.
Dawn never seemed ashamed of that gut. She seemed proud to wield it. The same way a very busty girl might walk, chest pressed outward, wearing an outfit to highlight her favorite feature of herself, Dawn seemed to carry her belly like it was her pride and joy. She'd stand so that it jutted out, wear clothes that wrapped it
Death the Kid x Reader - Tell the Truth
♫I know that you don't know it... ♫
[Name] groaned loudly from behind the door of her changing room stall. "This. Is so. Frustrating!" she broke down angrily to her boyfriend who was sat on the waiting bench just outside her stall.
"What's wrong this time?" he asked with a sigh, not at all being surprised that she wasn't satisfied with the article she was trying on.
"It's just so... bleh and ugh," she explained ever so articulately. Kid let out a hum as he nodded his head, as if understanding perfectly what she meant.
"Well why don't you just come out here and let me see it?" he suggested as his stare drifted over the rack of clothes to his left that was filled with things she'd tried on then deemed unworthy of her body. A low tsk was heard as she murmured in response,
"Yeah, just let me step out into the store for the entire world to see my hideousness." A frown now replaced the generally lighthearted expression on the Reapers face. He hated when [Name] used such ha
Tragedy on Suicide DayIt was May third, 2014, and I was having a blast celebrating Suicide Day at the amusement park in Wayward City with my friends. It's an interesting holiday, and it's always on the first Saturday of May. Mortals were lined up to ride the Euthanasia Coaster, enter the Death House, or were simply enjoying their last day on Encephalon to engage in a private passing.
Not every mortal celebrated by killing themselves, however. Like me, many simply enjoy the happy environment in the city; Yes, believe it or not, it truly was a euphoric occasion. There were food stands set up in the park to appeal to any species or race on Encephalon, as well as special games and entertainment.
I was standing with Sempai and Evelyn, staring curiously at a white sheet covering a massive structure. The Jisatsu Brothers were standing in front of it, arms linked, and dressed almost like circus masters.
"Come one, come all!" they called in unison, addressing the huge crowd that had accumulated around the mysterious
The First FeedingYou're going to burst.
Seated in the kitchen chair, hands tied tightly behind your back, you have no power to resist as I continued to shovel food down your mouth. You tried simply saying, "no!". You tried to closed your lips and turn your head away. Even resorted to straining against the ropes that bound your hands. In the end, you realised there was no escape. You were left with no choice to sit there like a good little piggy and eat.
It started with pizza, which has always been your favourite. One, two, three boxes down, and your belly was already beginning to strain against your work shirt. Swelling out, it pushed against your shirt buttons, showing slivers of skin in the thin gaps between.I couldn't wait to see those buttons pop.
You thought we were done with pizza. I scoffed at this. Next came the cheeseburgers, which I fed you slowly. I knew you loved them, and wanted you to enjoy them. The strong, meaty flavour, drowned in all that melted cheese and tangy sauce. A few crumbs cl
Fat Girl's Gotta EatThere was nothing so cruel as the Friday sales meeting. If it had been any other day of the week it would have been just boring, but the 2:00 PM sales meeting with the weekend in sight never failed to drag on interminably. Peter was surprised that more people hadn't thrown themselves off the roof of the building due to the meeting's grinding monotony. It was that much of a waste of time.
As usual, Peter was the first one in the conference room. Everyone else dragged their feet in getting there, but Peter was punctual by habit. At least this way he could get a seat down the table and away from his boss Dave, but not so far away that he'd probably get called on frequently to make sure he was still paying attention.
"Hey Pete, what up?" Gina said as she breezed into the conference room. Gina was one of his fellow sales reps and a bright presence in the office. Though she got her work done, Gina was usually good for some light banter to break up the tedium of the day. She had wavy brown ha
Getting in Shape - TG, Preg "Hey, Nick! Where's the peanut butter?!" Milton called from the kitchen. He'd only been in the house for a couple of days and hadn't figured out all the little places that Nick kept his snack foods. As he turned again, the knife slipped out of his hand and fell clattering to the floor. Bending down to get it, he was reminded of the roll of fat around his mid-section. He didn't feel out of shape, but he didn't look in shape either. It was probably just another one of the many reasons Katherine had dumped him.
Straightening up with a sigh, he shook his head at the thought. Katherine was the past, and he had to move on. Maybe if he worked out a little, he could shape up and get a new girlfriend; a better one. But right now he wanted a peanut butter and salsa sandwich to wake him up and clear his sinuses.