Inhale Stories

"Have you ever just... Breathed? Everyone always holding their breath without ever truly realizing it. So constricted. But that first breath, and then you're gasping for more, devoting your whole life to breathing the air. Empowered by it. Can't get enough. I have finally begun to breathe, darling, and I'm loving every minute of it." He was him and she was her, so when she asked him to run away with her of course he said yes. She was searching for a meaning, but he was only just beginning to understand. It became her goal to teach him to b r e a t h e, and it became his goal to b r e a t h e with her. Counterpart to "I N H A L E." Text copyright © Morziee_dreamed 2013- All rights reserved.

How to improve your mental/physical wellbeing. ..

Naravno, cijelo oslanjanje na Deep Inhale cjenovnog sadržaja ovaj čaj sigurno svrstava u sigurnu kategoriju.

Just months after the disappearance of her sister, Ashlynn Grayson and her mother leave the only town they've ever known for a fresh start in a new home. While her mother slowly drops off the deep end in the confined walls of Crill House, Ash discovers something seductive- and sinister- about the history of the town. She soon discovers that she may not be able to leave this new life that's gripped hold of her. Worse, she may never want to leave at all.

Story 1 of 3 in the series "Inhale, Adapt, Survive" told by Sebastian Michaelis about Ciel's ordeal, coping mechanisms, and progress, all with an increasingly demonic twist.

Just another Dan and Phil fanfic.

The start

I am mentally paralyzed. Although I assume they are just a figment of my imagination I just do not believe that is the case of my situation. I am being watched over and shaded by twins with concupiscent tendencies. I do not expect help from the fellow peers I do know. I'm also not fully sure if I got that help I would want it. I would hate to leave them disoriented and melancholy at the reality of my absence. They have caused me to grow fond of their love and affection. But there is just something improper about their emotions. Supporting my feelings of reaching for help from their grasp.

A book of whatever is on my mind. I can't promise happiness and rainbows... I can only speak my mind...

Inhale the good shit, exhale the bullshit. A Harry Styles Fan Fiction.

The power of a flower.

Snow Blower: (noun) a person who sits in the skies and creates the snow by exhaling it to the Earth below. They act as a host and thus have no heart as they completely embody the snow. One exists at any one time and when they fall from the sky the person to inhale their last exhale becomes the next Snow Blower/host.

Alive but not living. Fight for control, learning to breathe again