Peopleofsociety Stories

honey, if you want to live your life peacefully, you need to follow the rules of the universe. a collection of poems by yossi novia since 2018 amazing cover by @shadriella all rights reserved.

"Please don't leave!" He didn't even close the door ~ She arrived with a chips in her heart and left with it shattered on the floor

"A great fire burns within me, but no one stops to warm themselves at it, and passers-by only see a wisp of smoke." - Vincent van Gogh • a modern retelling of The Master Cat; or, Puss in Boots •

"I spent the last 3 years loving you but I don't think I can live with the fact that I will always be your second choice" In which yuk-jo realises that her efforts are useless.

there are stories. good girl, bad boy; you know them. there are more stories: bad girl, and good boy. but, what exactly, is a bad girl? - based upon thelovesociety's series, the people of society

She caused more wars than she ended; unfortunately so, but, beautifully, nevertheless. ©the lost soul's retreat 2016

When my thoughts eat me up I write

Preston Preparatory had been established in the year 1698, dedicated to train and educate the children of the elite; future inheritors and generations of upperclass families. A place for the privileged, where friendships are built on secrets and lies, where power and hierarchy is valued-Welcome to Preston Preparatory. Within 72 hours Preston Preparatory has been: #96 in Murder, #12 in Mystery-Thriller, #6 in MysteryRomance, #1 in People of Society, #1 in ThrillerRomance, #25 in RichKids (05-19)

about a pretty girl who felt she wasn't good enough #thepeopleofsociety

"If books are not judged by their cover, why are people judged by the color of their skin?" The world is made of different people, they look different, speak different languages, etc. But these differences are what make us unique, what makes us shine. Yet somehow people are able to discriminate against others claiming that they are superior. But there always at least one good person who is able to bring change. And after all, there are only two types of people the good and the bad. Follow the lives of those who are stereotyped because of the color of their skin. Life is cruel to them, but after all, if there is darkness, then there must also be light. Note: some stories may be loosely based off of true stories which will be credited

I went from classy to trashy in just a year. What more could I say?

She was the N I C E girl until she got R U D E.

Grunge is what we are [or so we say] Fuck it all, fuck life [is our motto] All we do is talk about sex and killing ourselves Soaked in vodka Nicotine staining our breath With hoarse voices And dilated eyes Cocaine is what we're made of We don't care [we don't want to care] We're the rebels [or so we say] Bad bitches, fuckboys Society is our playground and hearts are our favourite toys Yes that's us for you We're the ones who crave pain We're insane Never want to be seen as the same as everyone else We're ostentatious Pretentious and broken We thrive on anorexia, cause it's cool We say we're bulimic, to justify our pain We're the wannabe junkies The cliches, but hey what's the difference in it either way Becaus we're broken too, maybe not in the way we want to be, but we are We're lost, we don't know who we are Yet we judge others, for being basic We slit our wrists and say fuck conformity Yet, aren't we doing the same We too are merely pawns in society's game Hypocrites, that's what we are We're too cool for school We don't try, cause we don't care [but we do] We're in a daze Trapped in maze Yep, that's us for you The Tumblr Effect, Affected.

❝and i was never sure, whether you were the lighthouse or the storm. ❞ If I can't smile, then why should you? If I can't breathe then why should you? If I can't do anything then neither can you. Copy Right © BUBISKA Highest Ranking in SS: #56

pe·cu·liar - adj. strange or odd; unusual. she had no home but she was the weirdo

day•dream (n) a series of thoughts that distract one's attention from the present. - A collection of poems made by yours truly. All Rights Reserved © 2018 Juanita Cadavid

For your words are the trigger and I bleed when you start.