Nostalgy Histoires

A collection of random pieces of myself. Some previously tweeted. Some just born. Some already out there, some even in paper form. Shamelessly shared... All right reserved.

Bon, même principe, c'est pas une histoire mais un brainstorm totalement fucked up de mes pensées

the story of a depressed girl reminding everything she's been through «I'm physically here, but mentally away.»

Most of the people describe sadness as an atributal feeling , a certain state of mind you are in when you feel too overwhelmed of everything going on around you. Some people tend to get stuck in their own piece of world until the storm is gone. I tend to often make the storm be a part of my world, just for holding on a lil longer on the magestic chaos of our deprived souls. This book is a collection of self written short stories.

A poem about walking around in the neighborhood you used to live. Expecting a warm embrace of feeling home, you are met with a distant memory of a former self. You grief who you once was, walking the steps you used to take.

Poetry. Simple.

Io che amo solo te

Short and unbelievable flicker...

But I don't put people on hold for the wrongs they've done And so it appears to them that they are the victims when I unintentionally sting them back Getting mad and blaming shit on me although I wasn't even aware something was going on is a quirk I got accustomed to So I guess, no needs to worry about me, right? I really do wish the circumstances were different Or shall I say, I was to be deemed from the dawn of my times

This small volume contains a collection of my life's wisdom, dilemmas, downfalls. All of this is related to the burden of youth, complicated human relationships, both friendship and love. In all this chaos there is some hope and solace. For more open, read, experience and stay with me for the rest of the journey!

Just my thoughts, fears, expectations, joys, well my life. Oh by the way, I'm probably gonna make a change one day, somewhere in the world, or at least that's what I hope I'm gonna do. Stick around if you wanna know more.

Today is a big day for you : you're auditioning for Big Hit Ent because your dream is becoming an idol. You have an older brother named Eunwoo, which is himself an idol. You live with your friends, which are also auditioning.

Wonderings about my future Love...

Literally from a clock's perspective.

This story is inspired by all the famous true tragidies around the world,you will be able to travel and discover the previous life of those tragic people,be ready to drop some tears and set free your reflexion... Welcome to this mesterious adventure.🔥

Había dejado de sentirse segura en un lugar tan brillante como Auradon, las ganas de huir seguían rondando su cabeza y cuando el miedo se apoderaba de ella Harry, el hijo del capitán Garfio volvía a sus pensamientos. OneShot // Harry x Mal // Los descendientes.

boh,

I've been itching to write again for a bit, and what better exercise for that than writing about my dearest memories ? I haven't seriously written anything since I graduated middle school so I'd like to see how it turns out, especially since I never written anything in English apart from an old shameful fanfic when I was 14. Let's see how it turns out, shall we ? Also this won't be updated regularly, just when I have time and/or feel like it ; as my studies take a pretty big toll on me. || cover : detail of Die Drei Lebensalter Der Frau (the three ages of woman) {1905} by Gustav Klimt {1862-1918} ||