Sometimes, I don't want words of comfort when I'm sad.
Sometimes, I don't need someone to try and dry my tears.
Sometimes, I just want someone to be here with me.
Sometimes, I just need a shoulder to cry on.
Late Night StudyingAgain and again my eyes would scan a line, but this late in the night the words stopped registering. Stopped making sense. My eyes felt dry and heavy, and then there was the yawning.
“I’ll just rest my eyes…” I’d taken to mumbling things to myself. The silence of the texts were driving me mad. “Just for a second,” I insisted.
But it wasn’t for just a second, and I knew it was foolish of me to believe it. What woke me was the clock tower above me striking the hour. Four loud bongs then silence. I rubbed the sleep from my eyes and stared at the pages in front of me. None of it made sense and I sighed. Then yawned. I sat up leaning backwards, pressing my hands to my eyes, perfectly content to drift off to sleep again.
“You should get some sleep.”
I know… I thought to myself. And then I realized the one speaking was not myself and jumped.
“Arcturus!” I yelped, turning in my seat to face the nosey, big-no
In a Split Second There was a split second of pain, and then all the feeling was gone. For a while everything had gone dark and I stopped thinking. Next to come was the feeling, and then my mind to register the feeling was there. I tried to remember what has just happened, what strange dream I had last night.
I had been flying. Yes. I could feel the wind in my feathers, the rush of air of my face, the adrenaline. But no, something wasn’t right. I wasn’t flying, I was falling. Plummeting from the Sky. The panic took hold of me, I was paralyzed. My senses were heightened yet I couldn’t understand what they were telling me. There was whistling in my ears, they popped as I dropped like a rock, the fall feeling like forever and yet the ground came all too fast. I relived my death and plunged back into darkness.
I was shaking, my heart, I think it was my heart, was pounding. I couldn’t calm down there was no escape
Country in Crisis TeaserAutumn. Such a beautiful time. Such a perfect time.
It had always been Terra's favorite. Just when it seemed as though the summer sun would never relent, the weather felt cooler. Breezier. Still warm just not hot. Even in a humid area like her own, it felt cool and relaxing.
But of course, not everyone could find this simple pleasure. To find peace and serenity through nature. But she was an earth. She, like all in her country, controlled an element. An element that was passed down from generation to generation through genetics. She controlled earth.
Earth. Most people think just the dirt and grim. And then again that's what most earths controlled, but this was where she stood out. She had a rare gift. One that allowed her control of plants and their growth. Because of this gift, every time Terra went outside, she couldn't help but stop and let nature overwhelm her. Especially now.
Autumn. Her favorite time of year
Walking down the path to a place unknown, Terra closes her eyes.
One of the best comments anyone ever wrote.
So my friend :icon345rv5: wrote this little masterpiece of a comment on my last journal post. It read almost like an essay and I found it so inspiring I thought to post it as an actual deviation. Read this Winston Churchill like quote.
Which is why we need to expose the brainwashing gender studies universities. This GamerGate issue ceased being just about ethics in journalism when the mainstream media attacked us. I used to think the idea of Cultural Marxism was merely a conspiracy theory from Alex Jones, this woke me up to the reality that this kind of poison was prevalent in our youth. I used to think these people were well intentioned idiots and didn't have enough numbers to be any operational threat to our democracy, now i know that they're not only a operational threat but they're being lead by dishonest extremists with a major agenda no different from Jihadists and crusaders and had these people been claiming to be fighting in the name of Jesus or Allah, society would be more inc
They went to school and never came back..
I was as usual in a state of bliss. That omnipotent feeling like duh, nothing can possibly go wrong with me. Nothing that life throws at me can stir me I am living happily in the paradise of oblivion I created. People are killed? Oh that's pretty normal. People are killed everyday. That place had a traffic accident? Who cares, driver should be blamed. Not my fault. Not my business. Terrorist are going to attack again? Oh a minute of worry. Than its shrugged off. After all , I am living in a big city. They wont attack here. WHY CARE FOR OTHERS? Why affect our own lives for them, after all I am a cursed observer who wont ever be victimized or so I believed .
Anyway, cold and jinxed as I may be, somewhere deep down I still cared, I still had the capability to feel the pain of others. And that I discovered today, on 16th December 2014 even a person like me couldn't stop her tears. The tragedy that has befallen us cannot be described in words.
Imagine yourself as 15 year old ready for schoo
There is that girl
Yes that girl
Well I know her
I know her since a while now
and I like her
not like a lover or anything
I just like her
I like staring at her
when she draws
when she stares at the sky
I like staring at her in general
I don't know if she is pretty
But I find her pretty
I seem being the only noticing that
I tend to bother her a lot
because I like her
I like her a lot
She says she hates that
But I don't believe her
So I keep bothering her
She also says she is fine
when I ask her what is wrong
But I don't believe her
So I keep asking
I keep asking
because I know
I know she lies
I like her
I like her a lot
and I seem being the only one noticing
I like her so much
that I don't wanna show her
how I feel about her
Even if I have to say
I don't like her
I like her
I like her a lot
I like staring at her writing in her diary
I know she dislikes that
But I keep
It all comes back to you. Thoughts keep running around in my head. Thoughts, memories, emotions, concepts, ideas, characters, personalities… A personality of a character who had ideas for the world, concepts of what life held, emotions in every memory to cross his train of thought. A personality of someone who, as much as it hurts me to say it, doesn’t exist anymore. It’s not that it didn’t exist at some point, that’s not the case at all. Like the harsh words that spilled from a friends mouth: “That is all he was ever meant to be.”
I knew his personality like the back of my hand. I could tell you anything you wanted to know, like how his favorite song was Two Tickets to Paradise and the way he sang his heart out any time it came on the radio. Radio like how we would battle between radio stations on every car ride but of course I always won. Won like how I won match after match of Mario Kart but he denied it to save his pride. Pride like the p
Against Human TraffickingI'd rather sell my body to the highest bidder, every night for the rest of my life, than sell my child.
I'd rather be a burglar than trade away my child to pay off my debts.
I'd rather live on the streets than see my child give up an education so she/he can earn money for the family.
Some Presumptuous Piece Of MindYou say that you wish to understand. The point of life is understanding it; the way the world is, the way our minds work. The difference between how things should go and how reality laughs in our face and shows us that it's really how we want them to go.
Let me tell you what I understand.
I understand that people are people. They may only be human but they are beautiful, and they are good at what they do. I understand that we fall short and it's so easy to get back up, only sometimes we don't realise just how easy it could be.
I understand that some people don't want to be helped, they just want to sit in their corner and cradle their sorrows while pretending that life isn't worth anything, it's just time to pass. And that some people try too hard to make others happy, and they end up breaking their own hearts and burying their souls in a needless effort to be selfless and shining.
I understand that sometimes all a person needs is to know that they are loved. And sometimes it's
Waiting, Fading, and Floating AwayI started talking to serial killers years ago when the depression started to form. Or maybe it had always been there? I’m not the kind of person who lets my emotions get the best of me. I’m always the calm and rational person people often go to for advice and support.
Though, I’ve always found it funny how people always expect me to be there for them, but when I need them, no one is around. But I guess that’s kind of how my whole life has been. I’m only here when you need me, and I guess that existence is an existence enough.
I had read books on true crime and killers for a while, but it never occurred to me to write to them until I was fifteen. I remember coming home one day done with the world, and instead of taking my life, I wrote a letter.
At first, I had written to Charles Manson, Joe Metheny, Gary Ridgeway, Charles Cullen, and David Berkowtiz (Son of Sam). I wrote about my life, my pain, my struggles, and how lonely I felt. It never really phased me
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“ It’s 4 in the morning and I wish I could be pressed against your chest, listening to your heartbeat instead of the rain. “
He could feel his heart stopping from time to time, finding its way to another living individual and scaring away from him. His mind was doubted by the will of existing and shades of gray encountered each part of it. The eyes that once witnessed the multicolored dawn are now pieces of cobwebs merely affected by the moments that are passing by. Was his life only a score played by a maniac pianist who was also manipulated by a mad puppet, so called the ‘fate’? As his fingertips barely touched the window, a powerful light enchanted in his eyes as the Tokyo Tower’s illuminating turned on next to his apartment. He wanted to look away but the strange brightness kept him captive for a short period of time like he was calculating the chances of wanting to pat that thing.
Me causas...si yo aquí, llorando de nuevo
me canse de esperar
de estar llorando con cada canción que me acuerdan de ti
mi esperanza de volverte a ver, se van poco a poco
quisiera conocerte un poco mas
solo un poco
solo una vez
y se que tengo que olvidarte
pero no puedo
me siento frustrada, sola
triste,con rabia y un montón de cosas mas
lloro, si, solo eso puedo hacer ahora
no puedo hacer mas, estoy atada de manos
me pregunto por que?
por que no puedo estar en tu vida?
por que no puedo causar el mismo sentimiento en ti?
ya no puedo con todo esto,
me esta matando
mis ojos están rojos, de tanto llorar
pero tu no te das cuenta
solo quería decirte eso
se que suena un poco loco
pero eso no es nada de todo
lo que me causas....