Dang it; I fell in love.
you're hot and you're cold and you're full of rageeveryone from town
said that you're so cool,
come on pretty baby,
(let's go home)
the last thing i want
is to be a fake or
dead; that's all i have,
scripts from romance novels
(except i came up with all
of that on my own) and the
daisies in my hair, not roses
or anything utterly
i'm not a beauty queen, you
know it well, but i can steal
your breath away
for i'm the worst
you've ever had
so this time,
i'll pretend to be the best.
this world needs a savior, and
i'm not the heroic type,
by any chance,
could you stop the
from l.a. to new york
(show them who's boss)
she doesn't have what
you need, that's what the
radio songs say
and i believe what the
auto-tune says because
my heart told me that
of all of the songs in
the world, i should
worship this one
there's a chance that we'll
be okay; just
(i'll take it
and watch it
i'll get all
with you, since you
despise to listen;
stop chasing boys who
don't even like you;
they don't like
girls, not at this age;
stop thinking you
know how the world works,
you aren't a
of genius in radical
magnitudes; you're (fucking)
crazy, i'll give you that,
and you know how to get what
you want, but it doesn't make
you queen of saigon
(you'll have to wait a few years
you will learn the
definition of love when you're
introduced to danger and
black leather boys with caramel
skin and slick hair and everything
you thought was "idiotic" when you
you'll dance in pale moonlight with
a blonde-haired, blue-eyed boy that
you thought you loved a year ago; turns
out he never really cared and you said
you'd give your all for nothing
but you'll know what it
feels like to be in a romance
movie after years and
years of being un-
juxtaposition (what's left of me)i think i am (not)
star-bound; i can fall
(asleep) alone, without
constellations in my eyes
(who said they couldn't
be behind them)
i told myself
that i was worth
nothing (but the world)
and i grew to believe
the lies i laid out like clothes
on a school morning.
dandelion claustrophobici'm not sure what i've done but the
shampoo will never wash out of my hair
and when i flick the lights on it gets
darker and darker;
screaming in a crowd
doesn't do anything
for me; they keep
flooding through the
(i can't breathe)
you always grab my hand like
it's the only thing left of me
and i'm thinking you might be
my eyes are boarded shut and
god knows what's behind
i think i'm
like a cliche of a
everyone points and
stares and prays that
the person on the screen
won't be them.
and it doesn't feel real because i'm
not encased in glass; nobody can
watch me fade but the fact of the
matter is i used to stare,
insomniaclocks are like books
constructed off of fiction
and lies concerning
reality because the author
didn't know what he was talking
about when he called himself
the master! of the universe
even though he was only a peddler
who had an interest in clockwork
i don't know why my eyelids
won't shut; i think they need some
oiling like doors
why does everyone like
to joke that they can't sleep
when they're perfectly fine and
their daughters are hiding in the basement
twitching as they apply bla(c/n)k
eyeliner on their cheeks in the shape
of hearts, dying their
hair suicide blonde and refusing
the meatloaf her mother laid out on the
kitchen table because she needs
to be able to show off her ribcages
and sell the fat at the butcher shop.
she can't shut her eyes because
her demons are hiding in the corner
and charlie and mary are kissing in the
bathroom; they're making fun of the
fact that there are little lightning
bolts poking out of her skin and
she can't make them go away be
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
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
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.
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
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
The Babysitter(WARNING: This story contains themes of abdl, bondage, and sissyfication. If that isn't your thing, feel free to move on)
Alex held his little girl close, comforting her.He stroked her long red hair and kissed her forehead.
“But I don’t want you to go Daddy!” Kacey moaned, crying against his chest. She was sitting on his lap, her thick diaper and pink onesie pressed against his leg. Her pacifier and teddy bear lay nearby on the ground, where she had thrown it earlier in frustration. He rocked her gently, hoping to calm her.
“There there,” Alex replied, rubbing her back. “Its only going to be for one night. I need to go for work. You’ll see, it will all be over quickly.”
“Oh B-S! The company hockey game isn’t a NEED. It’s a WANT. Like how you said I NEED my diapers, but only WANT my cotton candy ice cream. Or NEED a spanking but only WANT a change when I’ve been naughty, for that matter. No one is making you go.
nosy. | oikawa tooru
You often took naps when you had free time.
Probably because A.) You were tired as hell. B.) You didn't get enough sleep. Or C.) You just wanted to take a nap rather than to walk around the halls and bump into a throng of girls calling Oikawa's name repeatedly with their shrilly high voice that could possibly make your ears bleed if they continued it. Luckily, that hasn't happened yet. Key word: Yet. That was why you tried your hardest to avoid them. Your friend - Aiko - was one of the fangirls who blindly fell in love with Oikawa Tooru's 'charms'. A really helpful tip for you all: Do not insult Oikawa in front of his fangirls.
That's probably like a common sense thing. Because you know, they're protective of him (which is creepy, but okay.) But considering that you were a really blunt person, insults about Oikawa started to slip through your mouth without you even knowing it. Chances that they will ignore you is 0%. The chances that you will get chased around the
day and night. | oikawa tooru
deadly deadly girl with moonlight on her hair
why do you so love the day?
She was the moon; mysterious, cold, and silent. And he was the sun; bright, radiant, and full of pride. Both were so different in their own way, but still similar all the same. They both bring light in their own worlds. She brought light in the dark, and he brought light in the day. They weren't all that different, really. People just think they are because they don't look closely at them enough. They're both part in the Solar System and they always have each other's backs. Moon is the shadow of the Sun, and the Sun is the shadow of the Moon. Of course, we can't ignore the fact that one is too hot and the other is too cold, but together, they create warmth. It's the same thing with water. You put cold water with hot water, and you have warm water. It's a simple concept.
[Name] twirled her lead pencil between her fingers, her eyebrows scrunched up
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