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Opposable Positions.Opposable Positions.
Good girls are really bad girls that never got caught
Kings and queens are insecure people that hide behind their forts.
Survivors are cowards that run away when they could’ve fought.
Celebrities are strategists and opportunists that utilise their thoughts
Teachers are failures who couldn’t make use of the lessons life taught.
It would seem then you are either one way or the other.
There is fine undefined line between enemies and lovers.
So pick and choose wisely when deciding what side you are on.
Because you can never know the person you one day might become.
Love StinksWhen you are feeling sad
what's the sense in romantic songs?
Love is good, they say...
Did I learn it all wrong?
Heart is an attention whore,
love is a vanity game,
romantic stories are just lies -
Now cover your face, and hide the shame.
Forget the trifles and common sense,
remember this one thing:
No one cares about your feelings,
love is rotten and it stinks.
name age gender remain a secret.
I know neither your
height weight sexuality nor the color of your
eyes hair skin.
For once I had no
that distorted you into something that you
I savor my ignorance
for it carries the delightful taste of
Why I DiedCan I tell you how I died?
Why it rhymes with suicide.
Not because, I fell ill.
Not because, I swallowed pills.
Soon you'll see why I lie still.
Not because, I have drowned.
Not because of, Russian Roulette's
Deaf words of mine,
preach no sound.
Not because, the fault of life
Not because, the sharpened knife.
Real reason, why, tears went dry.
Not because, I jumped to fall.
Not because, this body I mauled.
The more I remember,
the harder too recall.
The true answer is i'm,
But to me,
the meaning of suicide:
Contest: Party of love [Closed!]1st Place
400 + a free picture half body (max 3 characters, no OC's) by Kagome-Inuyashkina
100 by Tina-and-Albi
Gratis request by sakkocchi
OTP drawing, head shot of any hetalia character of choice, and a country in child form by 33starrynight33
A free drawing by Vestal-Spirit
A short visual novel by SakuraIchigo15
An OC icon by Gazaleah
a half body drawing (max 2 characters, no OC's) by Choco-Ruu
200 + a free picture chibi (max 3 characters, no OC's) by Kagome-Inuyashkina
50 by Tina-and-Albi
A free drawing by SerdiMaaka
OTP drawing, and a character from the waist up by 33starrynight33
A free request digitally by marikit
An OC icon by Gazaleah
chibi drawing (max 2 characters, no OC's) by Choco-Ruu
100 + a free picture chibi (no OC's) by Kagome-Inuyashkina
25 by :devTina-RPs-Poi
Bo.When Lindsay was born, Bo was there. Standing beside her mother, he was the first thing she ever saw. But he was not her father; her father stood on the other side.
Bo was there until the very moment she died.
The sun shone bright through the windows of her pink-laden room. She loved pink. And black.
“Because Bo is black,” she’d told her parents.
Her imaginary friend, they soon concluded.
“Bo is all black,” she described one night as her father tucked her in, “His skin and his hair and everything. He doesn’t talk a lot.”
Her father frowned.
“He sounds scary.”
“He’s not,” she insisted.
Bo sat on the bed and said nothing.
Her father kissed her good night and turned out the light.
“Why can’t Dad see you?” she asked.
“Are you real?”
“Are you real?” he replied.
“How do you know?”
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