i am so small
she is not
she is everything
she is starlight
she is goodness
she is wisdom
she is healing
she is quiet
she is water
she is trees whispering
she is worlds turning
she is eyes opening
she is
She always fell for boys who needed saving. by sasunaru16, literature
Literature
She always fell for boys who needed saving.
She always fell for boys who needed saving.
Giving them kisses in the dark
to numb their headache from
drinking too much and yet
not enough to kill lust.
She was always adored by boys, who,
if given the chance, would rebuild
the world for her.
But she wanted to be the heroine
and refused to see
she needed saving, too.
Sometimes a moment means more than anything.
A passing glance, a word, a smile.
You're somewhere, wherever you are usually on a rainy Saturday, in the early evening. Not at home, for once.
You sit there, nursing a cup of something hot. Maybe this is a coffee house on The Drive, without the usual hipster population. It's too wet, even for this city.
You take a sip of the drink. Chai, maybe, or a coffee with milk. You're too cheap to pay for the latte, so you mix your own milk in at the counter, ignoring the server glaring at you.
You're tired. It's been a long day and a longer night before, because you didn't sleep. You can feel when
Leaving AGAIN and Some Awesome People by FrazzeledFish, journal
Leaving AGAIN and Some Awesome People
So I'm leaving on vacation again and wont be returning to the internet until Thursday. I won't be drawing or writing a lot on this vacation either so I can't promise anything to extravagant when I come back.
But right now I'm waiting for my hair to dry, so I figured I'd point out some amazing people on this website who really need all the love in the world, because they deserve it through and through. I've been wanting to do one of these for a while.
~Britt315 (https://www.deviantart.com/britt315)
How can I even begin here? Britt is my first friend on this website, and we bonded over Spongebob jokes and 20s flappers. She has one of the most beautiful art styles I've ever
Outcast
[x] You don't have very many friends.
[ ] Often times, teachers forget your name.
[x] You were always picked last for kickball.
[ ] You don't like to talk a lot.
[x] You tend to avoid mass social activities.
[x] You don't participate in any extracurricular activities.
[ ] All you wish for is to move away or get a fresh start.
[ ] Your friends have blown you off before.
[ ] You sit alone in most of your classes.
[ ] You have a feeling that once you leave high school or college, nobody is going to remember you.
[x] You hold interest in activities that other people find strange.
[x] People don't find you friendly.
[x] You ho
...when you suddenly realize that no one reads your journals XD
nah. in case you are the rare person who a) cares and b) does not already know, i am not at home. actually, i'm about as far from my home as you can get. i'm in finland visting family and renovating my uncle's house.
so if i don't reply to a comment (i don't have any unanswered comments so far but a person can hope XD) or say thanks for the fave, then you know why. also, i have art that i will upload upon my return dealing with the story me and Xavryn are writing cough AND JUST SO SHE KNOWS, SHE NEEDS TO SEND ME HER CHAPTERS I DON'T CARE IF YOU THINK THEY'RE BAD I WON'T THIS
You know those days where the clouds are so heavy and close, it's almost suffocating? Those west coast days when it's been raining for nearly a week and the asphalt's so wet, you can barely walk for avoiding the huge puddles of soaked trash and dirty water, and you look up at the sky and think, is this rain ever going to end, because it's been just going and going relentlessly? I remember one of those days. The rain had been going since forever, it seemed, and I'd really given up on ever being able to go out without the loom of the city streets and the dark over me, the rain pounding down and pouring off in its small rivers down the slick roa
Possible futures of Emmi of Silverlake (collab) by Annabethandco, literature
Literature
Possible futures of Emmi of Silverlake (collab)
Emmi of Silverlake was one of the best fighters the Hawks had ever seen. She fought with no emotion, no distraction and no mercy. None of her enemies stood a chance. Some people thought she had been turned by the Devil, and to tell the truth, they were almost right. Once Emmi had been a sweet and sensitive girl who cared, perhaps a little too much, about everything. Once she had been happy and innocent. Once she hadn't been haunted by the memory of her brother being beaten then dragged away by strange men on horses, men who were sent by HIM. Now all she wanted to do was remove all traces of the devil that was the dead King. In order to achiev
to all the people who have ever considered suicide by HennaFaunway, journal
to all the people who have ever considered suicide
There is always a reason to keep fighting. I do not care how pitiful your life is, how seemingly insignificant, how painfulyou do matter. You matter to someone: perhaps it's your mother, your father, your friend. Perhaps it's someone you haven't even met yet, but that's part of the adventure, isn't it? There is always something more to come. Every human life is so incredibly and insurmountably precious. And I will not sit here and tell you that there are people who have it worse than you, because that's silly and useless. In your world, you feel alone and desperate and you feel as if nothing, nothing could ever make you feel happy or ev