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Maybe people aren't that different from one another as they think they are. Maybe we just think that our sufferings distinguish us in this vast world. And maybe realising our similarities could be the key to happiness. ...
Maybe people aren't that different from one another as they think they are. Maybe we just think that our sufferings distinguish us in this vast world. And maybe realising our similarities could be the key to happiness. ...
Her name is Misery, and she does NOT want company. *** It's not every day sixteen-year-old Misery Hayes finds a rock band full of pretty boys on her door step. Actually, it's not every day Misery interacts with humans, because being named after an emotion Merriam...
[Highest ranking: #67 on 21/12/16] What happens when a nineteen year old Matty meets his match? Beautiful cover by lovely @Devita33 x
I'm running, my dress bunched up in my fists. But I'm not running for my life I'm running for his, and when I see him I stop. There is one bulky man on either side of him, they have their arms linking his, he's kneeling in front of someone with raven black hair. As we get closer, I see his pain in the way he's holding...
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"Earlier you said you loved rain." I mention, wanting more conversation out of him as the light turned red and traffic builded. I watched his eyes soften instantly at my words. "Yeah, it's like a meditation for me you can say. When it rains, good things happen..." He trailed off. "Thats funny, that's exactly how I thi...
'You hurt me, And I hurt you. We are forever even.' /// 'So why are you talking to me again?' 'Switch up the scenery,' he replied shortly. I frowned and took a small bite of my ice cream. Only a week ago I was crying in his arms with bruised knuckles at a bus stop. I had decided that would be the last tim...