Fuckedup Stories

ᥕᥲrᥒіᥒg 𝗍һіs ᥴ᥆ᥒ𝗍ᥲіᥒs sᥙᑲȷᥱᥴ𝗍s ᥆𝖿 sᥱᥣ𝖿 һᥲrm іᥒ s᥆mᥱ ᥴһᥲ⍴𝗍ᥱrs ᥲᥒძ ᥲs ᥕᥱᥣᥣ ᥲs sᥙіᥴіძᥱ 𝗍һ᥆ᥙgһ𝗍s, ᥲᥒძ sᥱ᥊ᥙᥲᥣ ᥴ᥆ᥒ𝗍ᥱᥒ𝗍 ᑲᥙ𝗍 ᥒ᥆𝗍 ᥲs ᑲᥲძ і mіgһ𝗍 mᥲkᥱ sᥙmmᥲrᥡs ᥆𝖿 𝗍һᥱ ᥴһᥲ⍴𝗍ᥱr і𝖿 ᥡ᥆ᥙ ძᥱᥲᥣ ᥕі𝗍һ sᥙᥴһ s𝗍ᥙ𝖿𝖿 ⍴ᥣᥱᥲsᥱ 𝗍ᥲᥣk 𝗍᥆ s᥆mᥱ᥆ᥒᥱ 𝗍rᥙs𝗍ᥱძ ᥲᥒძ rᥱmᥱmᑲᥱr ᥡ᥆ᥙ ᥲrᥱ ᥕ᥆r𝗍һ ᥣі᥎іᥒg 𝖿᥆r ᥡ᥆ᥙr һᥱrᥱ 𝖿᥆r ᥲ rᥱᥲs᥆ᥒ ᥲᥒძ ᥒ᥆ ᥆ᥒᥱ ᥣ᥆᥎ᥱs ᥡ᥆ᥙ і ძ᥆ 𝗍һіs іs ᥲᑲ᥆ᥙ𝗍 ᥲ gіrᥣ ᥒᥲmᥱძ ᥎і᥊іᥱ ᥕһ᥆ іs іᥒ ᥲ ᑲᥲᥒძ ᥕі𝗍һ һᥱr 𝖿rіᥱᥒძs ᑲᥙ𝗍 m᥆᥎ᥱძ 𝗍᥆ ᥲ ᥒᥱᥕ 𝗍᥆ᥕᥒ, һᥱr 𝖿rіᥱᥒძs m᥆᥎ᥱ 𝗍᥆ 𝗍һᥲ𝗍 𝗍᥆ᥕᥒ ᥲs ᥕᥱᥣᥣ 𝗍᥆ g᥆ sᥱᥱ һᥱr 𝗍һᥱᥡ ძ᥆ s᥆ mᥙᥴһ s𝗍ᥙ𝖿𝖿 ᥣіkᥱ ძrᥙgs ᥲᥒძ ᥴᥲᥙsіᥒg 𝗍r᥆ᥙᑲᥣᥱ, 𝗍һᥱ sᥴһ᥆᥆ᥣ 𝗍rᥱᥲ𝗍s һᥱr ᥣіkᥱ sһі𝗍 ᥒ᥆𝗍 ᥆ᥒᥣᥡ ᑲᥱᥴᥲᥙsᥱ ᥆𝖿 һ᥆ᥕ sһᥱ ᥣ᥆᥆ks ᑲᥙ𝗍 ᑲᥱᥴᥲᥙsᥱ sһᥱ ᑲᥱs𝗍 ᥙ⍴ 𝗍һᥱ ᥴһᥱᥱrᥣᥱᥲძᥱr ᥴᥲ⍴𝗍ᥲіᥒ, ᥲ ᑲ᥆ᥡ ᥊ᥲ᥎іᥱr 𝖿іᥒძs һᥱr rᥱᥲᥣᥣᥡ іᥒ𝗍ᥱrᥱs𝗍іᥒg ᥲᥒძ ᥕᥲᥒ𝗍s 𝗍᥆ gᥱ𝗍 𝗍᥆ kᥒ᥆ᥕ һᥱr, ᥣі𝗍𝗍ᥣᥱ ძіძ һᥱ kᥒ᥆ᥕ һᥱ ᥕ᥆ᥙᥣძ s᥆᥆ᥒ 𝖿ᥲᥣᥣ 𝖿᥆r һᥱr ᥲ rᥲ𝗍һᥱr 𝗍һᥱᥒ һіm ᑲ᥆ss sһᥱ іs 𝗍һᥱ ᑲ᥆ss,һᥱ sᥙᑲmі𝗍𝗍ᥱs 𝗍᥆ һᥱr ᥴ᥆mmᥲᥒძs һᥱ 𝖿іᥒძ ᥆ᥙ𝗍 ᥲᑲ᥆ᥙ𝗍 𝗍һᥱ sᥱᥣ𝖿 һᥲrm s᥆ һᥱ 𝗍rіᥱძs 𝗍᥆ һᥱᥣ⍴ һᥱr ᥱ᥎ᥱᥒ 𝗍һ᥆ᥙgһ

Venting when I have strong emotions because I have no one to talk to 💅

A story in which everything that could go wrong, does go wrong. "Got any sevens?" He softly asked, his gaze on me as he waited for my reply. Ignoring the temptation to meet his captivating green eyes, I puckered my lips as I focused my stare on the cards in my hand. "Go fish." There was a tense pause. I sensed his movements beside me as he bypassed the cards on the ground. I looked up to question him, but the words got caught in my throat. I gasped taking in the features of his face that was now inches away from mine. I had never noticed the few specks of gold in his green eyes before. My heart raced as his gaze flicked to my lips and back to my eyes. Then, without hesitation, his lips were on mine and my brain turned to mush. Wren Matthews, a struggling college freshman, had faced a lifetime of neglect and hardship from her family. Just as she thought she couldn't endure any more, life threw her another curveball. She tried to bounce back repeatedly, but starting over wasn't easy. Amidst the chaos, one constant emerged. Eli Parker, a dedicated sophomore whose passions for basketball and music defined him. For Eli, life revolved around the rush of the court and the tranquility of melodies which kept him centered. Yet he discovered there's much more to life when one physics class changes everything. Paired together for a semester-long science project, Wren and Eli's relationship as science partners grows from that to study buddies, to friends, then to something... deeper. Their bond weathers complications that tested their resolve. As their connection deepens, a dangerous game of unspoken questions unfolds, leaving one lingering question: Whose Fault? . . . WARNING: This story may not be suitable for some readers. See author's note for more information.

"Fuck."

"He loved the warmth, not the flames." ________________________________________________ After two years of not doing shit, I am going to attempt a major reconstruction in one night.

Some poems about how I feel or what goes on in my head/life. Many people struggle with depression. I'm one of those people. And because I know -very well- that I'm not struggling with this on my own, I like to share my poems. Because some people need to know that they're not the only ones too.

Quotes

The title says it all. What anyone would think of, late at night, gathered in here. Because why not. (I promise you the chapters get better as you go, I'm continuously writing more and more chapters and I'll be more than glad to see if any of you can relate to them.) Note: this book will probably never end, noting that each chapter is independent. I will keep writing as long I get inspired. #5 in #overthinking [4.05.2019] #1 in #midnightthoughts [5.05.2019]

this is basically a dumpster where i just dump my shit load of problems and sadness and maybe talk about my day as well..I'm staying anonymous since I'm afraid my school friends will find this

So many thoughts and so little time... This is a collection of short poems of myself changing over the years it taken me to write them.

poems from someone afraid to love

The cult just received their new sacrifice.. DID I SAY SACRIFICE?! I mean.. friend.. haha! Her name is Spook. She's shy (at first glance🙄) and very.. pink. Join her and her friends Scar, Art, Sare, Peyton, Kazi and Bri through their f-ed up family cult dynamic.

little do you know? How I'm breaking while you fall asleep? 🍂 | slow updates | credit cover; rêveur graphix by @icybear-al

Rants, thoughts/opinions, my life

violet was a 18 year old girl who had just moved to oregon from australia. she was street, and book smart. she was a cold hearted girl, with the warmest sweet side to her. she didn't do relationships, and told her self she would never do them. college was there waiting for her with a boy, but little did she know that college and boy was going to change her life forever. riddley was a 19 year old boy who attended a college in oregon. he is book smart, aggressive, but loving. he always showed his aggressive side to the world, but hid the loving. he's 6'2, tan, curly jet black hair, bright piercing green eyes, and a perfect body. he didn't know that his sophomore year of college would bring him a surprise, and would change him as a person forever. "i'm sorry that you're so sad that you can't have me. i don't like people, but specially i just don't like you." -violet book & cover is made my @heroxljo

chubby twink gets hog roasted

Not my best work but will be revised when I have the full thing planned out and all the words typed. Now, onto the trigger warnings. TW: Psych wards conversion therapy homophobia transphobia death light gore (it's in like one chapter)

If I'm writing this, its means I didn't give up. I guess that's nice. It's just short stories, poems and basically all my feelings.

I go through shit in my life and then turn it into metaphors to help me make sense of it and sometimes I share. I honestly started this when I was in a bad place. I want everyone to know there is hope and it DOES get better. All but the last poem where me when I was falling. Now I shall rise.

HI IM BACK STILL A PIECE OF TRASH BUT I GO TO ART CLASS AND THE TEACHER HAS LIKE FIVE CATS BUT TWO RAN AWAY (strong language warning tho)