Incoherent قصص

These are photos of things people failed at doing, therefore calling it, "you only had one job". In the comments you can tell me what you think.

In here there will be incoherent quotes of course. This may have some incoherent quotes for the Dream Smp x male reader book I have as well, we will see.

A collection of thoughts, sometimes coherent, often unraveled underneath the moonlight. Don't read into it too much, it never madeuch sense to me either.

Typically we feel as though it's only ever us. A single entity in the vessel that we carry on a daily basis. However what would it be like if there was more than one entity in the vessel? Perhaps not control but intervene with everyday tasks and trains of thought. Come, explore.

Stupid Abstract Garbage That I Curse The World With, I Also Made It Public Domain Cuz I Find The Idea Of People Changing It And Making It Even Worse Hilarious.

I'm just gonna free write this while listening to some inspiring music. So it's just a bunch of words trying to create an illusion of a fantasy world. The name may or may not have to do with Peter Pan, I'm not sure, we'll see. Guess the mood I was going for today just really seem to fit this. What confuses me more is why you're even here. You see the tags, so why bother reading it? The rates and views are nonexistent so there's nothing of interest here. So am I the lost boy, or are you?

<ISNT THIS WHAT YOU WANTED, TO BE UNDERSTOOD>?

so, im done with fighting with kids on discord about this so yeah- links are easier-

Ugly poetry and somewhat bearable prose. Something a little different, please read the introduction and welcome to my mind.

i just wanted to write stuff

A collection of rants and my opinions. I might be slow posting.

A mere person's untold memorandums. Started: May 20, 2019

Ooooooo madlibs

"Speaking of names, what's yours?" I asked. "What's your name?" "I asked you first," I frowned a bit and crossed my arms. The boy just shrugged and waited for an answer from me. I sighed. "Lillian Mora Maxwell." "Thomas. Thomas Bright." He grinned at me cockily. I don't think I'll ever forget his smile. It was... Enchanting. ---------------------------------------- Lillian Maxwell wasn't a normal girl. She suffered from many different sleeping disorders, all falling under the most common one: insomnia. She's half asleep for nearly every class of the day, and couldn't even stay awake long enough to hear someone ask her out. She's utterly clueless of everything going on around her. But one night changes her life forever. She's no longer tired, even though she never slept. Someone has opened her world to the point of never going back. But can she handle it all? It all starts with the boy who climbed through her window in the middle of the night, asking if she had any milk. - Awards won: Rose Awards for Best Romance ( People's Choice ) 09/17/16

A collection of poems written by me, not too sure where this project is headed but hopefully that "feeling" will pour over soon and I'll know that I have completed my first collection. Enjoy!

This is jargon. Nothing more. ~ Don't even read it man. Not even once.

Prologo: Todos hemos sentido mas de alguna vez que estamos soñando, ya sea por una situación difícil que nos pilla de sorpresa, o por una ocasión gozosa que pensamos que nunca llegaría, y más de alguna vez hemos dicho "parece un sueño". O hemos sentido la sensación que ya hemos vivido eso, como si lo hubiéramos previsto, muchos le dicen deja vu, pero que nos cuesta trabajo saber cuando lo soñamos o cuando lo pensamos, casi como si se tratara de un flash back, entonces nos decimos "oh yo soñé con esto o aquello". Y nadie puede negar por lo menos haber soñado despierto una vez, y sentir que ese sueño o momento de ausencia mental fue casi real, al punto de sentir, oler o hasta palpar en ese sueño. Pero las cosas que olvidamos a veces inconscientemente nos persiguen, y estas, aunque no son sueños, nos buscan cuando nos enfrentamos a situaciones similares, o algo nos trae de regreso un recuerdo olvidado y que quisimos olvidar, o por si solo lo borramos de nuestro consciente, pero que vuelve sin avisar y sin pedir permiso para socavarnos, sea por traumas o por acciones involuntarias o voluntarias del pasado. En este libro encontraremos a un personaje que siente vivir eso a diario, se encuentra con recuerdos y revive momentos como deja vu y cuando duerme siente que despierta, como si su mundo no fuera real, como si estuviera soñando, y cuando busca una explicación, se encuentra con respuestas que lo confunden aún más, con conceptos como depresión, esquizofrenia y alucinaciones. Donde no entiende por que estas sensaciones lo invaden y vuelven a el para recordarle algo que nadie mas recuerda, que nadie más entiende. ¿Será que se volvió loco?, y las sensaciones normales que tenemos todos, ¿lo trastornaron al punto de poder ver cual es la realidad? ¿Qué será de Anthuan cuando encuentre la verdad?

This is the love story of Akira a 20year old beautiful girl who lived with her parents and two brothers who loved her unconditionally, she is a secret painter known as Ms A, nobody knew about her real identity except her parents and two siblings, she holds many secrets. And Jeden a young man in his early thirties a big business tycoon, he Is handsome yet domineering,he is a workaholic. He owns many companies around the world, he also has many secrets.They both hate love. Follow me on this beautiful journey of love, secrets, betrayal and see where it will lead us to, Hehhe😘🥰🥰...

Like a diary but incoherent I'm writing this because it's cathartic to publicize stuff I want known but can't say out loud, especially concerning other people. It's dumb, bad , fake-deep and I'm gonna cringe at it in a few years but maybe someone out there will relate.