Dang it; I fell in love.
Tidesi want to walk amongst the planets and defy gravity
"me donner la vie,"
the stars shalt whisper-
break the tides and s h a t t e r the breaking point
(that's right; i reused a set of verbs)
of humanity's greatest assets;
give me more than inspiration.
watch worlds collide as the very
nebula of trust makes its final
as we are nothing more than earth-bound,
crashing through cosmos as though we're rolling about in fields of grass
only attached to each other's skin and eyes because the laws of physics and man may
strike me down
if i am not to behave myself;
with that death wish out of the way,
may i start the countdown?
*give me hollywood and new york,
w - o - r - l - d
and act like you're here,
act like a druggie,
like someone who can feel demons scraping at their fingertips.
interlock your fingers with mine;
don't mind the paint,
the various colored inks,
the cuts from rose thorns.
we can suffer together.
"i am afraid.
i truly am.
i'm not being climatic;
i'm not being dramatic;
i'm trying to breathe in a room filled with too many people."
innocence l-o-s-tyou can be the king and i'll try to be the queen.
l i g h t
i am afraid of fucking up,
of making a mistake
(though i did;
i told my mom the truth of
who you are and
what monsters we were.)
i said that i regretted e-v-e-r-y time i said i hated you;
that i could never pay for my imperfections;
but all i can perform are faux pas,
and nothing can be the same.
you are a plethora of radiance and sadness
that i truly adore-
i just wish i could understand why i'm feeling so
Magnoliasi was described as a cutthroat, sarcastic and intrepid;
reminding others of what you perceive yourself as will cause them to believe it;
but when you tell them how you really feel, they'll never adapt with a liar.
join the bandwagon of failures and look up at the stars
they'll cascade into your skin,
gnawing through your bones, but you can't scream;
it's something no one should go through, but life has to be interesting.
can you teach me how to feel?
i am crafted of porcelain and cyanide,
infused with remorse;
why won't anyone believe me when i say,
"i need you"?
i have taught virgins how to expose
every last remnant of their innocence,
only because they complain of their loneliness;
"tell him that you'd die for him,
and never leave.
don't refuse when he asks you your secrets;
he wants to know who you really are.
and don't cheat.
he'll take you in and love you forever.
you should do the same, rather than be indolent;
boys like ride or
A Castle In The Fraysometimes we just need to scream.
sometimes we just need to play pretend and b-e-l-i-e-v-e that we are rockstars.
sometimes, we just need solace.
we deserve the man in lithium armor,
smoking cigarettes on the job while he's flipping burgers at wendy's;
"nothing will get better, lolita,
but the shadows disagree with his statement.
you will be famous.
IntensificationI would call you over the summer while you were playing video games and you would talk with a voice far grander than James Dean could ever sound and I believed that we were not destined for the flies like everyone around us; no, we are not going to hell like those before us; we are going to die heroes, unafraid of the lavafall pooling at our feet!
We all die in the end, but we are going without heart-felt regrets; we are fucking divine; people will scream our names as tribute to our utter greatness.
you are the sun;
i, the moon;
what a shitty analogy.
Lovebirdsall girls want is for their man to tell them they love them
"tell me i matter, dammit!"
and all boys want is for their girl to appreciate them
"i work day and fucking night and all you can do is lay around on your ass!"
but in conclusion, there is a happily ever after
"sign the paper so we can get divorced already."
cluttered soulsit is so easy to become intoxicated in failure when everyone you love has become nothing more than a mound of bones.
i've a test tomorrow on adjectives in a language i appear to understand;
i'm beating myself over the head because i don't want to study,
though all i do is worry that i'm not going to pass.
everyone hates me because no matter how difficult the questions are, i always come out with a ninety percent.
i keep messaging you with internet hugs and showering you with gifts of sorts:
ranging from poetry to portraits;
did she steal your ipod too?
and i'm afraid of everything and anything,
even my own dreams-
his ears were severed and blood was pouring from the holes;
he was clenching a cleaver and he was coming for me, i swear;
he punched me and it felt like knives;
and when i woke up, i could still feel him.
i'm running out of good ideas to publish;
i'm worth three stars, no matter how much of others' s
Isolation Chambers-s-s-tuck in limbo;
run away (if you can)
the skeletons are whistling the twisted nerve.
while he's being m-e-r-c-i-f-u-l;
run down the halls, screaming 'bloody mary',
but don't let her catch you with her cleaver.
monsters are clever, dragging themselves around in human skin,
"the devil isn't a little red man with horns and a tail.
he can be beautiful;
he's a fallen angel and he was once god's favorite."
you won't be heard when you plead for help.
everyone else is either fending for themselves
or coming for you.
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
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
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
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
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.
Sonamy: Who's that girlIt was a great Friday night for the epic people to dance in the club. A blue hedgehog was almost done singing some music on the stage. Yup you guess it it's Sonic!
When he was just a few words done, he finally saw her
I was on the mic
Doing my thing on a Friday night
Had the floor burning up just right
Everybody was bumping', the club was jumping
A pink hedgehog came in with a white bat. The white bat was wearing sexy clothes while the pink hedgehog was wearing short skirt, red sandals and a sexy white top. She was wearing a white and red headband and she was left when some boys wanted to dance with the bat.
"Sorry, Amy!" She shouted as she was being pulled by the boys.
"It's ok, Rouge! I'll just go home by myself when it's over!" She shouted back.
The music was very loud and she started walking but everyone stopped dancing.
Suddenly, you walked in
That's when everybody stopped dancing
And I couldn't stop myself staring
Yeah I couldn't breathe, No I couldn't b
.:~Skater Girl~:.Hmm This is not right. Sonic thought as he stopped running.
I know that I should be happy that Ames is not stalking me, chasing me, or even shouting my name.
He started walking instead.
I wonder where she is right now. It's already been 2 weeks since she stopped with the fan girl business. Better check in her house. He thought and quickly ran to her place.
He finally arrived in a second but the door was lock.
"AMY!!!" He shouted but no answer came.
"Amy?!!" He shouted again and still, no answer.
He was getting pissed off so he gets her key under one of her flower pots. He knew that because Amy would usually invite him to her place. He opened the door and noticed that her place was very clean. No one in the kitchen, living room, even her backyard. He went upstairs and saw no Amy, even in her bathroom, though he knocked a lot of times. He tries to think as he slowly went downstairs.
"I know! I'll check on Cream and Vanilla!" He shouted happily and ran off, after he locked the door a
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