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18.It's exhilarating to love someone that your'e not supposed to; sneaking glances to make your heart race, trying to speak clearly through a lump in your throat, letting their radiant smile shine past the glint of the wedding ring. He supposes that's why he allowed himself to love her, as if he could get off on the thrill and would never have to even touch her. Her hair brushed against the back of his hand one afternoon, and he could see stars as she walked so gracefully away. He had never seen stars with any other girl, even when they pressed his hands against their cheeks, even when they let their hair dangle over his face like a curtain hiding a secret that everyone already knew. And so he spent the slowly disappearing days counting the times she could make his stomach twist and flutter.
After, he spent his nights awake trying to remember the way she sometimes lightly touched his shoulder. What they don't prepare you for is how hard it is to reason a broken heart over someone wh
17.I stand inside your skeletal remains, a different heart beats against its breastplate, a different set of organs is sheltered by the ribcage. You wouldn't recognize it anymore, but it still feels like home.
That's the beauty of being left behind, though they never mention it. I can watch it all be moulded and shaped again, death and rebirth and whatnot. It's almost disturbingly beautiful, as if I became your protege, left to maintain the body you left behind, to feed it, water it, and ultimately grow to love it.
I never expected to turn into you, but as I leave this body, my body, behind, planting seeds for someone else to water and grow, I realize that I have. And I realize that in loving it, I grew to love you, clinging forever, to these old bones.
16.The library was burning down, and there was nothing I could do about it. The yellowed pages of our favorite stories caught fire so easily and formed smoke monsters that got caught in the ceiling and disappeared into the flames that lapped against the ceiling. In my watering eyes, I could see your body forged from smoke and, darling, I knew that our story had gone up in flames.
14.She was supposed to be at her grandmother's house right now. Her mother had worried about putting her on the train alone, but her father insisted that she would be fine. He used to do it all the time as a kid, the conductors always make sure that the kids get off at the right stop and they usually give them candy. Her parents' flight left at six in the morning, and they dropped her off for the five o'clock train. They kissed her on the head and told her that everything would be alright.
It was early in the morning, in fact, she had never been up this early before. She tried her best to stay awake on the train, but by the third stop, she was asleep. When the train reached its final destination, the train conductor woke her to get off. He helped her get her luggage from the rack, and led her off the train to look for her grandmother.
Blinking the sleepiness from her eyes, she looked around the station, but the familiar face of her grandmother was nowhere to be seen. She walked over to th
13.People will throw away the strangest things. Just yesterday I found a pair of nearly new baby slippers, several books, and a box of pasta that had never been opened (don't they know that this stuff never goes bad?). Usually I just throw this all into the back of my truck, I can only keep the really impressive things, otherwise my house would end up looking like a smaller version of the dump.
The problem is, I can't stop taking the things she throws out. Yes, I have yet to see her face in person, but I know so much about her already. She can cook beautifully, I've seen her leftovers, and she has been to so many places. Just last week she threw out a bunch of old, blank postcards from Venice and Rome. I always put her garbage can back up on the curb once I finish with it, she has yet to say anything, but I'm sure that she appreciates the gesture. Maybe I'll see her next Friday on the route. I'll be sure to wear my nicest uniform.
Snow Princess (America x Reader) A/N : Sorry for not being true to my name and only posting poetry and journal entries lately! Honestly, this is more of a hope i have for me and this guy I like that isn't fictional, because in North Carolina, if it snows at all, it only snows an inch or so and its really watery,and it has never once snowed to the point where someone couldn't leave the warm embrace of their house. Enjoy anyway.
It was a cold December morning, and your downstairs was embedded in darkness. You checked the time, 10:45 am? and still dark out? That couldn't be right. You went upstairs to where your kitchen was (your house was a little strange, alright?) And were greeted by rays of sunlight. You smiled, the sunlight seemed pure, and you couldn't see a cloud in the sky. You looked out the window. The ground was nothing but white also. But wait, how did the ground reach up to your second story window? The realisation hit you like a brick.
You were snowed in
Normally in situations where
Bitch,Please! (BTT x Reader) C7"Go what?!" Antonio said, bewildered.
"You heard me Toni, go streaking" you said,smirking
"Or you embarrassed your boyfriend Lovino will see you?"
"It's not like he hasn't seen you naked before mon ami" Francis chuckled, causing the Spaniard to turn redder than his prized tomatoes, but reluctantly remove his clothing where none of you could see him and walk out into the frigid weather.
-10 minutes later-
"Bastardo!" Antonio ran in, covering his privates as a shoe went flying past his head as he slammed the door. He walked around, not remembering whet he had placed his clothes. He found them and bent over, you bit your lip. Damn did he have an ass! After Antonio had his clothes back on the next round began
"Alright Francy, you have to... wear England's clothes until the next round is over."
"But mon cher! Zhey're so tacky!"
"I don't give a shit you lost so you have to do it"
he sighed and pulled on the Englishmans clothes that he got
Perfect Boys Only Exist in Books Thank you.
Thank you for finding me, amongst all the others. For noticing me, for finding me appealing, whether it be my name or cover or even because of the hand that had written me.
I'll try my best not to disappoint you. I hope you like my plot, the characters, the words chosen.
I hope you like my ending.
I feel your loneliness when your arms tighten around me, and I do my best to comfort your with my words. I do my best to be your friend.
I like when you cradle me in your hands, and when you turn my pages it tickles.
You never seem to forget about me. I'm always on your nightstand and riding in your bookbag. But of course my favorite place is in your hands.
You finished me pretty fast.
I know the ending made you cry; I felt your tears on my pages and it smudged a word or two. But that was okay, because after, you smiled.
I felt you hug me against your heart one last time.
The next day, I'm back on the shelf. But this time, I'm not so lonely,
Because I got to experie
All It TakesShe sighed.
Resting her palm against her cheek, both elbows on the intricately designed banister, as she looked out at the people below.
She moved back, taking off one of her long satin gloves, looking up as she heard a voice speak just a few steps from where she was standing.
"I thought you were leaving."
He walked forward, only stopping when he was next to her and facing the crowd.
"Oh please." She turned swiftly forward again. "They don't know who I am, the fact that I haven't left is inconsequential."
He leaned forward as well, both his arms hanging off the railing.
"I just thought the crowd would have sent you running." He paused, glancing at the man on the other end of the hall. "Besides, he," he nodded his head in indication, "Is still looking for you."
Glancing at the aforementioned man, she failed to show any kind of response, until she spoke. "He'll be searching for something he can't find then."
"Is that-" He barely managed to brush her arm before she went sprinting d
Beauty and the Shifter (a Disney scene parody)
Beauty and the Shifter (a Disney scene parody)
It was raining out as Hilary ran to her destination. Meanwhile, a prideful shifter was saddened, his beauty ran off to help her father get a hospital. For him, it felt like his heart ripped out. He didn't care of Matthew's appearance, at least until Matthew shot him with an arrow from his crossbow.
Matthew was the son of the headmaster of the shifter hunter school, who loved Hilary, but she hated him. "Get up!" Matthew said, laughing as the male shifter, all four of his eyes empty. "What's the matter, Shifter...'Too kind and gentle' to fight back?!" Matthew said, smirking at the whining sound Mori made. Hilary ran up through the rain in time to see Matthew getting ready to kill Mori, "No!" Hilary yelled, giving some life into Mori's eyes. "Hilary?" Mori asked, wondering if his eyes were playing a trick on him. "No! Matthew don't!!" Hilary yelled, tears forming in her beautiful blue eyes. Mori shifted into a monster, something that looke
FFM XXVIWe walked until our shadows were swallowed up by the darkness. She pressed her palm against mine and I counted three of our breaths before I pressed mine against hers. My blistered feet bled onto the gravel beneath my soles and I could feel waves of hunger crashing against my stomach walls. We stood there, in absolute silence as the lines on our faces were slowly concealed.
And it was beautiful.
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