Nostalgy Stories

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

Short and unbelievable flicker...

She keeps forgetting her pen. He keeps lending her the same one, just so she'll talk to him again. Teasing, a tiny bit of rivalry, nicknames, inside jokes all these exist. Expect they're classmates who seem to think about each-other all the time. They think they look like normal friends, but deep down they know the love they feel. Normal classmates don't act like them and they know they don't belong on the "just friends" trope. Will this love survive every challenge they'll meet? Read to find out. ---------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------Have you ever felt strange when you're with me?-He asked. -How? -Like you can't breathe, your heart beats fast and you just want to hug the other person? -I have actually, for a long time. Is that strange? -I don't know. Do you think we're- -Oh no, no, no. No, no, no. That can't be true.-I said in disbelief.

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

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.🔥

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!

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} ||

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

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.

Wonderings about my future Love...

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.

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.

Io che amo solo te

boh,

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.

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.

Poetry. Simple.

Literally from a clock's perspective.