What'd your 10y.o. self think? by Xx-Bloody-Rose-Xx, literature
Literature
What'd your 10y.o. self think?
i asked my 10-year-old-self what she thought of love and she said that it exsisted to be beautiful that love was just that, love
i asked my 11-year-old-self and she said it felt really good to be young and in love
my 12-year-old-self said it was based on laughter
13-year-old-self said it can't be done over long distances
my 14-year-old-self said "what if..." and just asked questions
my 15-year-old-self said it hurt and it was too confusing
my 16-year-old-self said that it was okay to love someone of the same sex
and now my newly 17-year-old body says that it shouldn't hurt, that i should have let go of the girl who'll never love me bac
Dreaming of Wonderland by Xx-Bloody-Rose-Xx, literature
Literature
Dreaming of Wonderland
V.
I had that dream last night, and of course, you were there, at first it was white, blindingly so. that woman was there, like always, checking that gold thing that hangs from her waist. but something different happened.
I decided to asked her why she continually decides to check that shiny thing, and why she must tease me with the glittering surface.
she said that she was late. late? I asked. "yes, yes," she whispered, more to herself, "late late".
IV.
following her came more easily than I first thought. she was easy to spot, and for some reason, the guards that held me back all those times before were nowhere in sight
.:Mixed Messags:. by Xx-Bloody-Rose-Xx, literature
Literature
.:Mixed Messags:.
remember that day? you had dyed your hair the most amazing shade of red (it was almost black when shrouded by the cover of my house, but in the sunlight it was a scarlet-like cherry color). so i sat down to wait till you were done. but, with you being you, when you were finished, you decided to lay on me, not by me. and me being me, i couldn't help but wrap my legs around you and play with your hair, running my spiderfingers through the color (that oh-so-pretty color). you laid your head on my chest and listened to the steadily getting faster rhythm of my paperheart.
you looked up at me with those oceans and asked, so quietly that i had to
What'd your 10y.o. self think? by Xx-Bloody-Rose-Xx, literature
Literature
What'd your 10y.o. self think?
i asked my 10-year-old-self what she thought of love and she said that it exsisted to be beautiful that love was just that, love
i asked my 11-year-old-self and she said it felt really good to be young and in love
my 12-year-old-self said it was based on laughter
13-year-old-self said it can't be done over long distances
my 14-year-old-self said "what if..." and just asked questions
my 15-year-old-self said it hurt and it was too confusing
my 16-year-old-self said that it was okay to love someone of the same sex
and now my newly 17-year-old body says that it shouldn't hurt, that i should have let go of the girl who'll never love me bac
Dreaming of Wonderland by Xx-Bloody-Rose-Xx, literature
Literature
Dreaming of Wonderland
V.
I had that dream last night, and of course, you were there, at first it was white, blindingly so. that woman was there, like always, checking that gold thing that hangs from her waist. but something different happened.
I decided to asked her why she continually decides to check that shiny thing, and why she must tease me with the glittering surface.
she said that she was late. late? I asked. "yes, yes," she whispered, more to herself, "late late".
IV.
following her came more easily than I first thought. she was easy to spot, and for some reason, the guards that held me back all those times before were nowhere in sight
.:Mixed Messags:. by Xx-Bloody-Rose-Xx, literature
Literature
.:Mixed Messags:.
remember that day? you had dyed your hair the most amazing shade of red (it was almost black when shrouded by the cover of my house, but in the sunlight it was a scarlet-like cherry color). so i sat down to wait till you were done. but, with you being you, when you were finished, you decided to lay on me, not by me. and me being me, i couldn't help but wrap my legs around you and play with your hair, running my spiderfingers through the color (that oh-so-pretty color). you laid your head on my chest and listened to the steadily getting faster rhythm of my paperheart.
you looked up at me with those oceans and asked, so quietly that i had to
Sunscreen is good for you by joaniedark, literature
Literature
Sunscreen is good for you
The sun was beating down hard on the beach, and Azaziel Desdemona couldnt be happier.
It had been one and a half years since the demon/wanna-be-angel was kicked out of Hell for unemployment, and the whole time he continued bumming off his exorcist friend Rea whom he first met in a battle for the order of the afterlife itself.
But thats beside the point. After all, Rea decided shed rather sulk back in Chicago than join her strange friends on their little road trip off to California for summer break. Everyone had been slightly down about it (Azaziel had been even more annoying with his pleading than the others co
What Brought Us Together- 7 by sexyjobros, literature
Literature
What Brought Us Together- 7
Joe's P.O.V
There's not a blimp, a mountain, or even the big ass hulk himself I could use to compare to how much of a fucking jackass I feel like right now.
The thought of what I've done is making me fucking sick to my stomach. That one night and that one slip-up with that big breasted, cutesy, dumb-as-a-doorknob girl is the one thing I've ever regretted in all my life. Now, not only will this one girl not leave me the fuck alone, but now she's completely ruined my relationship- even though it wasn't really much of a relationship- with the love of my life.
Yeah, that's right despite how everything may seem, Nick is still the only pers
What Brought Us Together- 8 by sexyjobros, literature
Literature
What Brought Us Together- 8
Nick's P.O.V
My breaths come out in hard, short puffs as I struggle to suck in air. My legs are wrapped tightly around Jason's back as his hips plummet harder into me, the sound of his heavy grunts filling my ears. He heaves and his hips jerk as he comes in heavy, short spurts and I feel a little more disgusted with myself.
When all is done and I'm able to catch my breath, I slowly sit up, ignoring the wave of dizziness that starts behind my eyes. I grab my boxers from off the floor and carefully slide them on, wincing as the cotton material rubs over the freshly made bruises beneath my hips.
Just as I stand up and pull on my pants, I
.:Mixed Messags:. by Xx-Bloody-Rose-Xx, literature
Literature
.:Mixed Messags:.
remember that day? you had dyed your hair the most amazing shade of red (it was almost black when shrouded by the cover of my house, but in the sunlight it was a scarlet-like cherry color). so i sat down to wait till you were done. but, with you being you, when you were finished, you decided to lay on me, not by me. and me being me, i couldn't help but wrap my legs around you and play with your hair, running my spiderfingers through the color (that oh-so-pretty color). you laid your head on my chest and listened to the steadily getting faster rhythm of my paperheart.
you looked up at me with those oceans and asked, so quietly that i had to
Current Residence: wait deviantWEAR sizing preference: i Print preference: can't Favourite genre of music: want Favourite photographer: why Favourite style of art: does Operating System: this MP3 player of choice: happen Shell of choice: ? Wallpaper of choice: why Skin of choice: is Favourite cartoon character: bad
YOUR BOY SIDE:
[x] You love hoodies (Hoodies and jeans FTW)
[ ] You love jeans
[x] Dogs are better than cats
[x] It's hilarious when people get hurt and fall (XD)
[x] You've played with/against boys on a team
[ ] Shopping is torture
[ ] Sad movies suck
[ ] You own a XBOX
[x] You played with Hot Wheels as a little kid.
[ ] At some point in life you wanted to be a firefighter.
[x] You owned a DS, PS2, or Sega
[ ] You used to be obsessed with Power Rangers
[ ] You watch sports on TV
[x] Gory movies are cool
[ ] You used to go to your dad for advice (when no one else is around)
[ ] You have at least 1 trophy of a sport
[x] You u
ok ok ok ....um okay, sorry i'm STUPID ...at times...oh well.
god i'm such a loser, well, yeah.
quotes:
"HEY YOU!...yeah, what's-your-face, I like you shoes....yeah"
"Forget the free compliments, where are the free ♥hugs♥"
"I'm obsessed? I'm not obsessed, what are you talking about obsessed? Your the one who's obsessed...about hearts♥"
"THAT'S RIGHT PEOPLE, I AM CRAZY HAVE A PROBLEM WITH THAT?"