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peace doesn't mean
It does not mean to be in a place
where there is no noise, trouble,
or hard work, it means
to be in the midst of
those things & still
be calm to your heart
insomniaI lay awake each night
Thinking of nothing bright
I lay there wanting more
But all my dreams have tore
Unsure what future brings
Remembering past stings
What i would give to sleep
Not to worry and weep
Feeling so alive now
Insomnia can bow
I have given up hope to fall asleep
Damn insomnia, in my room you creep
In my dreams you reap,
I will never get my sleep
Robby is a cat???Typing away at the keyboard, enjoying conversations with random people.
you can't really see my face...those could be masks that i wear when i submit pix.
i could really just be great with human speech.
i could just be able to understand your humor.
i might not be a 19 year old boy.
im not really human
im a simple cat :3
.: Reader x Sollux: Hack Wars (Masterpost) :."Must...
You muttered to yourself as you sat up in bed, groggily. Your hair was ruffled and you could personally care less.Though the fact was true, there was one thing you did care about. What day of week it was. You had a natural setting in your mind to wake yourself up around when you set your alarm clock to go off. Wait- your alarm clock didn't go off. What time was it? 7:05 A.M, February 25th, 2013. School canceled due to unexpected snow storm. Your digital calendar read.
You stood up and yawned, a small smile stretching across your face. No school today. Sweet. Just to be sure, you peeked out your window and surely enough, snow was everywhere. You hope your cat is okay...Yeah, you let her in last night. With another yawn, you shuffled over to your laptop and cracked it open.
Password wrong; attempts until auto-shutdown: 2
You stared at your screen; it took you a good five seconds to realize what
Bite Sized: Hoodies are Chub Incubators
Karen dropped her backpack down with a mighty TWACK, not worried about it's heavy contents. Those books were sturdy. Unlike her legs, which felt like they'd give out any minute, shaking like jelly. A little too literal of a simile for Karen's taste as well.
More than a feeling, her thighs wobbled, shook, and pressed up together like gallons of pudding in a denim sack. Even her calves were several pints too full as well.
Panting heavily, Karen stumbled over to her bed and flopped on it, assaulting the springs in her mattress making them rebel for a few seconds. She groaned, facedown in her bed, short blonde hair splaying about her head, bangs slightly sweaty.
Using the stairs to get up to her dorm was supposed to help her trim up a bit. But if she tried that again she'd effing die. What was the point?
Adjusting her position, trying to spread out her legs for a stretch, Karen received a breeze up her back quite suddenly. Reluctantly, she slowly rotated her head to look into the mirror on
Ben Tennyson VS Avatar Korra The Battle
Kra: “The scenario has been made, the fighters are set, and it’s time to see which gritty kids show hero is more powerful."
Natalia: “It’s time to settle this debate once and for all. Avatar VS Omnitrix. Aliens VS Elements.”
Both: “It’s time for a Death Battle!”
Kra: “And remember folks; you can only watch this, ONLINE!”
Natalia: “Was that a shot at Nickelodeon? Kra, I’m proud of you!”
Republic City, Pro-Bending Arena
High above the churning crowds, an airship’s loudspeakers echoed an orchestra of brass music that carried throughout the arena.
Hypnotic Brass Ensemble: War
“Weeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeelcoooooooooooooooooooooooooome back Spectators! I’m your very own Pro-bending host, Shiro Shinobi, with continued coverage of the Nick VS CN contest of champions!”
The Dance Team pt. 3The next morning, Marisa woke up first, and she didn't waste any time before she began planning. She was good with plans, she always had been, and the one in her head was one of her best yet.
She buzzed around the apartment, trying to be quiet, stepping as lightly as her 280 pound body could manage, setting things in place, making phone calls, knowing full well it might all be for nothing. Gwen was crucial to all this, and when she woke up, Marisa asked immediately, hoping for a specific answer, "You still up for it?"
Gwen sat quiet for a second, and Marisa's anxiety rose, but when she answered, it was with a submissive shrug and an unenthused, "Yeah, what the hell, let's do it."
Marisa held her excitement to a slight grin, "Breakfast?"
"Do you even have to ask?"
Marisa half-laughed, "Kinda, a little, yeah. Breakfast means heading out, and you, uh, don't look ready."
Gwen looked down at herself, and saw a mess. She looked a slob, staring down at the soft, exposed mass of her once-fit f
England x reader : KingI do not own hetalia or you~
The song is King by Lauren Aquilina
16 years old
I sat quietly right outside England's bedroom. I could hear him quietly crying. I felt my heart ache knowing that he still missed America. I know I'm not a strong nation like America...but I'm trying...I'm the nation of (c/n). I sighed and looked at the guitar next to me. I had written the song for England...hoping it would make him feel better. I stood and took a deep breath and stood. I left my guitar in the hallway and pushed open the door. England was sitting with his back to the door looking out the window. "England..." I said softly looking at his blonde messy hair. "(C/n)....come here love." He said. His voice cracked ever so slightly. I walked over and sat next to him. "You know...i never thought he would leave me...but he did...and now that I have you...all I'm expecting is for you do leave me." I looked at the side of his face. I watched a tear roll down it. "England..." I whispered. I lo
D is for DisintegrationI’ve always prided myself on being self-sufficient. I wanted to live off the grid- use solar energy for power and grow all my own food. When I accomplished this it was my finest hour. It had been hard, much harder than I anticipated but I did it. I had land which I farmed, a home built from sustainable materials, I was alone but happy- so busy that I didn’t have time to feel lonely. I felt an incredible sense of achievement for escaping the life most people led.
I thought most humans were greedy and gluttonous, so lazy in an age of technology that spurred nothing but anti-social behavior and a blatant disregard for our planet. I believe it was that disregard which brings us where we are today. I lived on my farm for less than a year when the earth was done with being robbed of its fossil fuels and had begun its disintegration.
It started with natural disasters. A host of seismic activity shook the world. Earthquakes ripped apart fault lines and great chasms were formed that
TG Caption This: Magic Mirror
It had been a year since I had seen her, and there was nothing I could do to stop myself from closing the distance at a run and embracing her. My sister, Kirsten, tried to do the same; except that she was wearing the most absurd costume I had ever seen and probably would have fallen on her face if she had tried. I didn’t care that there were other people watching, I didn’t care about how stupid we would look.
Like a fluffy little ferret or a little dog, Kirsten was mostly fluff and little else, and I scooped her up without difficulty. She wrapped her arms around my neck and cried into my shirt, sniveling. “I’ve missed you so much, big brother!” My sister was eleven, a full seven years younger than I was, and our close friendship would probably have seemed improbable or even bizarre to anyone who didn’t know what had created it.
“I’ve missed you too, Kir,” I said, like the beginning of the word “iridium” with a “k
New School New You TG
Rin hated this idea. The idea of a move, a move between countries at that. His parents were after all Japanese, but that didn't mean he had to move there. He would lose his friends, his life, and hell even his school! That's how much he hated the idea. But despite his protests his parents did not oblige, they just brushed him off and told him to pack for the flight.
Inside his room, Rin stuffed his clothes, chargers for electronics, and other "personal" items as he huffed to himself, "Why must they decide my life for me!" His eyes shot to the door as footsteps grew louder. He zipped the suitcase and his dad appeared in the doorway, "Hey son." He said plainly.
"Hey Dad." Rin's eyes looked away and back to the suitcase as his medium length black hair whipped into his eyesight. Rin was 15, a sophomore in high school, he had a athletic build despite his heritage from japan. He was 6'0 and weighed 189 lbs. Yet he didn't like to run nor play soccer, in fact he was
[Human!HungaryX Dead!ReaderX Human!Prussia] Reboot
A room the darkness has come to love.
A witch so hauntingly then appears.
She greets me only to turn then say goodbye.
The time the seasons began to freeze.
The days that never pass would pile up as snow.
I think about it all of the time.
The sun shone brightly on (town/city name), with hardly a single cloud in the sky. You were content with happily enjoying some ice cream with your friends Elizaveta and Gilbert. They often teased each other and you would sit back and watch, often video taping it on your cellphone. The happy days of summer vacation. You never wanted it to end!
You all did what you normally did- played pranks on neighbors and strangers, annoyed Roderich a little, and somehow even convinced your parents to let you spend the night at Elizaveta's (though, you didn't tell them Gilbert was coming, but that's just a minor detail~). That night, you all talked and laughed and played games in the dark.
"Hey, guys!" You got their attention, snapping your fingers in the mi
Columbian studentsMummy...Johnny brought a gun to school
He told his friends that it was cool
And when he pulled the trigger back
It shot with a great crack
Mummy I was a good girl
I did what I was told
I went to school, I got straight A's, I even got the gold
But mummy when I went to school that day, I never said goodbye
I'm sorry mummy I had to go, but mommy please don't cry
When Johnny shot the gun he hit me and another
And all because he got the gun from his older brother
Mummy please tell daddy that I love him very much
And please tell Chris, my boyfriend, that it wasn't just a crush
And tell my little sister that she is the only one now
And tell my dear sweet grandmother that I'll be waiting for her now
And tell my wonderful friends that they were always the best
Mummy I'm not the first I'm no better than the rest
Mummy tell my teachers I won't show up for class
And never to forget this and please don't let this pass
Mummy why'd it have to be me no one deserves this
Mummy warn the others, mummy I
To depression, for creating days without endWake up to the realization that you've been awake
for seconds, minutes, hours.
You've been awake in this warm, dark room
and you don't know how long it's been
but now you're conscious
and it starts again--
the pain, strong and steady, in your chest.
You gain consciousness in this too warm morning
and your thoughts whir in endless loops
because it's either that or face the weight in your chest.
Light breaks though the window, soft and unwelcome
but you take it as a reluctant gift--
a new distraction from the feelings awake in your chest.
Awake, but not conscious.
So you think yourself in circles a little while longer
waiting for those quiet pains
(the constant reminder)
to gain consciousness.
IowaIf you visit Iowa,
you'll call her fields empty,
but she wasn't born that way.
A part of her was carved out
when she was ripped between Virginia
and the purple mountains of New Mexico.
Her gold hair, she tore it out when she realized
it didn't make her a princess.
She laid her locks strung along every road
leading somewhere else.
White hairs on her cheeks
are scars from winter.
Her hair darkens with the dampness
of summer rains.
The storms are never silent,
but neither is life when there's a tear
in your childhood where
a parent ought to be.
I've been flooded by Iowa's sorrow.
The only way I can distract her from her own voided landscape
is if I hate myself harder than she cries.
She just wants to fly
and I want to bus or train,
not because I fear death, but because
I want to take living slow.
It's the only way I ever feel.
From the air it's hard to watch Earth's hips move.
But Earth can't compare to the country.
That's my girl.
Full grown even when harvesting season's j
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