Mᴀʏʙᴇ ᴏɴᴇ ᴅᴀʏ ᴡᴇ'ʟʟ ᴛʀᴀᴅᴇ ᴘʟᴀᴄᴇs. Dᴀʀʟɪɴɢ ʏᴏᴜ ᴡɪʟʟ ʙᴜʀʀʏ ᴍᴇ ʙᴇғᴏʀ ɪ ʙᴜʀʀʏ ʏᴏᴜ
Yᴀ'ᴀʙᴜʀɴᴇᴇ • Hᴀʟsᴇʏ
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𖨆I hadn't hurt myself in two fucking weeks. Ever since, I was so proud, but my skin turned back to paper last night, and my blade turned to scissors right before my eyes.
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O N Y X D O L O H O V:
"You applied first for the Defense Against the Dark Arts post, is that correct?" Professor Umbridge asked, walking around snape with a clipboard in one hand and a quill in the other as she did her monthly inspection.
Every month she would go to each classroom and judge the professor's teaching strategy. Last week, she paid a visit to Professor McGonagall's class and disrespected her ways of teaching.
"Yes," Snape said. He's looked a lot more tired since October passed. He didn't show up at the Halloween dance, which isn't unusual for him, but I was still worried.
"But you were unsuccessful?"
"Obviously." Ron Weasly let out a chuckle resulting, resulting in a headache from getting sacked in the head so hard he could see stars.
Draco and I almost burst out laughing but stopped ourselves and instead quietly laughed, trying our best not to draw attention which didn't work week considering that Weasley boy looked our way annoyed and rolled his eyes with a scoff. Draco doesn't know about my. . .Fred Weasley and I wanted to keep it that way; things are already wired between us, and I will not be responsible for his broken heart.
Whenever Draco looked my way, I would feel guilty if I had cheated on him, but we never disclosed what we were to each other. We just acted as if it never happened.
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Thunder pounded, and rain dripped outside of my dorm room. I've never been scared of storms; in fact, I find them comforting. one night, Severus took me and ace to the park just two short blocks from Spinner's End while it was raining: the park had broken swings and a green slide that stood tall in the fog. It was dark out with no source of light except the moon and a broken street light. I and ace splashed in puddles only for Sev' to cast a drying and warming charm when we were done.
Sometimes I want to be a plastic flower: I want to live forever. Other moments I wish to be a flower in the winter. But that's stupid because I'm not a flower. I'm a human. I have organs and a stupid brain and stupid skin accompanied by silly features like my belly button. So whySo why the fuck do we have them? What purpose do they serve?
I feel like a fucken belly button. Why am I here? What purpose do I serve?
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B L A I S E Z A B I N I:
F L A S H B A C K
*April 2, 1986*My mother was never one to dwell on the past. After my Sted father disappears,, she doesn't ink twice on where they have gone to. But now I know. Blood splattered on the floor,, and the image of my mother as a murder had never been more clear. his name was Artyom; he was one of the few of my mothers husbands that liked. mother and him had just married in muggle Dubai and had only been married for two moths when i walked into the kitchen and my mom drop a knife with a lound Clink. i could see is hand peaking out from under the sheet she had braped him in.
the next day she and i pretended nothing happend.

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SIDE EFFECTS OF YOU- D.M (discontinued)
FanfictionDiscontinued...has good smut tho- "Art that was filled with flaws and insecurity...but that's what made it so beautiful. The defects made it worth the used paint. What's the Point of painting something perfect when you can have something like this?"...