I am Jesus, your savior. After dealing with all the shit I do for your race, I come across this... fan fiction. I am greatly disturbed on why you read this. I am constantly wondering who larry is and why he is so important, or the cat named Phan who always seems to appear? Who are these people... They are the DEVIL SPAWN. I have looked through your window while you read this stuff (say is my description. Go hit that follow button with the bible why dontcha') and I am not impressed. That's why I leave comments on this 'smut' you read to make sure you don't go as far as the level 'you unholy shits turn back now or you go to hell'. So fear not. Read my guide book and embark on your journey to a more holy life style. (496in Fan Fiction)

Tyler Joseph's soul is dying. Joshua Dun's is already long gone but his spirit lives on. It becomes tied to Tyler, a boy who moves into the house across the street from where Joshua and his family was murdered. Tyler begins to slip away but Joshua won't give up that easily. After a night with a ouija board, Tyler can finally see him. They quickly become best friends and spend every waking moment together. But Josh has some demons to fight. They're bigger, they're badder, and they're Tyler's. |-/ «© angelo»

hating something so beautiful isn't normal. @savagesamop /// @velimas

Black hands and Black skin what is this? In a society where this skin is a sin. Trying my best to hold on to the things I cling to to put on to look. Beautiful. They are ashamed when I step out even with my classy, eloquent, knowledgeable self. To them my black is not beautiful. So judgmental. I stand high and proud. Because My Black is Beautiful. So why is my black not beautiful to them.

❝you could keep me up all night, babe❞ ☻ © 2015 -cakey

"All I need is a book, a cup of coffee, and you." --- A collection of thoughts and poems from different people's morning experiences

Zoë blacked out by stress and never woke up after 5 hours and her best friend Braylon was worried to the least. Zoë like Braylon and Braylon likes Zoë. But there to scared to confess. But will he confess his love of will she.

poems all about coffee, love and life or relate to coffee. "Coffee; Inspiration and idea, that will never die " -- diankp {02/12/2016} #4 in poetry

The drought was the very worst When the flowers that we'd grown together died of thirst It was months, and months of back and forth You're still all over me like a wine-stained dress I can't wear anymore Rain came pouring down when I was drowning That's when I could finally breathe And by morning gone was any trace of you, I think I am finally clean

99 Entries of Imperfect Poetry.