Disposition Stories

Louis is your typical badboy, and with that reputation comes hurting others. But lately Louis putts a whole more energy on one special boy; Harry. Harry with the beautiful eyes and milky skin. Harry with the bruises and cuts. Louis hated doing it, but it was the only way possible to see him without ruining his reputation. He longed for every Friday afternoon, and never had he been fearing yet looking forward to a weekday as much as now. It's bizarre, Louis knows that. But he can't stop. Not now, not ever. ~ Trying to forget someone you love is like trying to remember someone you never met ~ ~ A BoyxBoy fic which will be containing hitting, self harm, swearing and a whole load of fluffy love between two boys. ~

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Ever been told you had a resting bitch face ...

A collection of poems relating to love, death, longing, and disposition. A powerful and thought-provoking anthology that explores the complexities of two of life's most profound experiences. Through verse and emotion, this collection delves into the intricate relationships between love and depression, highlighting the beauty and pain that these experiences can bring. From the depths of despair to the heights of joy, these poems offer a raw and honest look at the struggles and triumphs of navigating the intertwined emotions of love and depression. Whether you are searching for comfort, understanding, or simply a deeper connection with your own emotions, this collection is an inspiring and moving tribute to the human experience.

I saw him again. In my dreams. I couldn't see his face, But he was looking at me, he's eyes on me like they were burning my skin. And all I could remember was that my skin felt cold, but inside, I felt something unimaginable. I was Alive.

"Won’t stop ‘til it’s over, won’t stop to surrender." ~ Love is not all about rainbows and kisses and happy endings. Love consist of heartaches and tears. We are happy for one reason, and sad for another. Things happen that we can’t control and we have to fight through the downs to appreciate and enjoy the ups. est. 2015 stylesescape

Having her life flip around, she cries so much and writes it down in her journal. Now this Trippy Girl is willing to tell you her story. The Life of a Trippy Panda. Daydreaming and spacing out in her scatterbrained world.