Historias de Ilovewriting

Always keep yourself as priority, everything else can wait. No matter what or how hard anyone try, they can never be you.

Fairly boring it's just a random ass diary 📔 you can read idc

There comes a time when you have to face the reality! Say you kill a person, would you hide the dead or get lost before you're caught? It's all a mystery, so is this story.

Not long after saving Moana's island with Maui. Their relationship begins to change. From friends, to bestfriends, to lovers?

I hope you will enjoy this many stories sorry for all the wrong grammad,and punctuations.Thank you for reading in advance.

Amy and lee have been kidnapped but their capturers turn out to be something different. Something out of the ordinary. Will they ever escape or will they be their forever.

As you can see on the title it is just indeed a random words :) All the words that's insides of all the page are just some random words like literally, I just click some random words and I don't care if it's repeating or not lol well anyways give it a read

All I ever wanted was to be loved or cared for, as much as I cared for others. I'm the son of Hades, my father, who hates me, and my sister is the favorite out of the family. My mother died when i was pretty young, so i hardly remember her. I've had a pretty rough past and would rather not talk about it. Varro West. I used to have a friend named Captain James Hook, which is my former crush from my middle school years. He and I lost contact after a big argument between our friend group, so everyone just decided to split up and go our separate ways. Me and Morgie are best friends from our childhood, so we get along pretty well. And that's all enjoy my story ig.

To write is to expose yourself in more ways that one.

"when you need someone and they show up , that's what we call destiny" i guess maximum people know about this as it's a quote from a very famous k drama "it's ok to not be ok" when lily needed help the most person showed up. do we call that destiny??

"Impossible" they said "nothing is impossible until I make it." I shouted "I can be both... the flower you love the throne who protect"

Like all other literature, poetry understands the act of word play. Poetry with just a few words expresses our deeper, emotional and conflicting thoughts. Tells a story and makes Known to it's us, facts. And the fact is poetry is you, me and everyone.

love letters, love poems, heart felt poems. deep effection.

This is the story based on reality and fantasy , I hope the world will explore their lives in the pages I hope they relate

Taylor Swift, the iconic popstar is releasing her newest album, "Love and Lipstick" about her life, and her friends that keep her going, but she feels as if the industry is slowly moving on from her soft harmonies, and well-constructed bridges. Will she ever be good enough for the world, or is she slowly fading away.

(TW!!! This story contains suicide attempts and self harm along with mentions of SA if these trigger you please do not read!) Valerie Flinn is on her last straw. she never thought she would make it out until Liam Asherfeld came into her life to continue her story with him but does every story have to have an ending?

When Callie is told that she has to go to a boarding school all the way in London, England by her mother's Fiancé, leaving everything she's ever known. She hates the idea of it at first, but after meeting Oliver she's not so sure she's actually gonna hate it after all.

I Really Love My Life!!

Two enemies go from hating eachother to loving eachother after things that take place the very night they fall inlove.

My dream now is much like your abandoned bloodline. She died today, died before my eyes, crushed & crumbled into monolouges---i call them her last words. My dream, she is like my Ammi's heart, and not like my Baba's cracked ceiling. I didn't weep, for a moment I couldn't feel her loyalty, all of a sudden, she left as if she never belonged, but, but she left me saying that--- i die when fools like you wake up to sanity. I was fourteen when i first met my dream on a winding way to obscurity, she was a abnodoned ocean of love, who averaged her way to free me off shackles--- shackles made out of the scraps of their tamed expectations. She walked me through thistles, held me in darkness, loved me like freedom and left me like stranger. I wish I could save her who once saved me, but, now I wish I had, She walked me on the road that then were my nerves, and the air that blew through them was my blood that carried life; She was a local metro window through which I would look at sunrise and sunsets, She was a habit I tamed to survive; but she died, so I died too. Thursday evening, we were walking hand in hand when Baba caught us for the first time, he didn't speak, but left me remembering my ' dignity ' I was always taught this art of sacrifice, Not only me, but all the men are taught this--- this art of sacrificing her, your dreams, sacrificing to walk in accord with your dignity, sacrificing to preserve your bloodline, sacrificing to walk with heads up--- because she was shame, who would bring forsighted regret. So, like all other men, i left her to death after knowing my ' dignity ' because small men dream small--- Baba taught me, i was small then. I wish I hadn't listened to Baba. I wish I had saved her. My dream died before my eyes, but I was too coward to save her.