Relativity Histórias

Poems bring out the best in people one way or another. It's always worth a shot to try to read. ***CAUTION!! THESE POEMS ARE VERY EMOTIONAL! IF THOUGHTS OF SUICIDE OR DEPRESSION MAKE YOU UNCOMFORTABLE, THEN DON'T READ!***

The Children of Space (TCOS) Being an active soul of social riot towards the freedom of our emotions is tough. However, it is even harder when there are your family and friends with you, traveling, yet mysteriously disappearing to new extraversion of such a beautiful life. {I would love to know your opinion on this story and thus if it is worth to continue writing :) }

everyone always sees what's on the outside but not what is on the inside

I am not a guy who likes to talk about his self, but the purpose of this biography is not to present my self to other people. There is a good possibility I am going to die around the age of 50 and therefor incarnate once more on the surface on Earth (living up to the age of ≈35). Thus, I am writing this primarily for my self in that person, so that person can recognize its self in this person and learn more about the past of its self. However, at least some information here might be of some value to others too.

Quero encontrar um alguém para cuidar de mim. Acredito no "acaso" que possibilita encontros de pessoas com afinidades, interesses comuns e que como eu goste de leveza, humor e delicadeza essencial à condição feminina. Gosto de viver a VIDA como se fosse o último DIA. Gosto de viajar dou valor aos seres vivos, vivo um dia de cada vez Hoje ESCOLHO SORRIR amanhã agente vê o que o que faz. Escrevo contos eróticos, historias, para todo o publico Glsbt, e também para os Heterossexual, (mulher, homem). Não Sou Velha Gaga, Tenho Facebook, Messenger, Instagram, Twitter, sou uma internauta bem lucida, e muito informada. Quero encontrar um alguém para cuidar de mim, em troca farei o mesmo com você, sou bem lucida, boa saúde, muito extrovertida, MUTO INTELECTUAL, tenho paixão por filmes, lugares calmos. Romanna Sollomão 983870718g.975610262@gmail.com 11983870718 WHATSAPP

"I am addicted to this dangerous game called 'Love'". Love can be a cruel mistress. She can be either really sweet or really sour. The manipulation of spreading this "False Love" for the entertainment of observing those get emotionally destroyed by a basic human need is cruel, a heartless act. Playing with the emotions of a human being who may want or even need it the most. Why? For something of the impossible to be obtained. A deeper meaning hidden in the cracks of that facade you wear. As she pulls and tugs at the strings of the Marionette's Heart. Just to be in control for control. What does she want? Why do you manipulate the emotion labeled as 'love' for something that will be your rise and fall, your conquer and defeat? The thing that will get you killed? "I am addicted to this dangerous game called 'Love'".

A dumping ground for the random science fiction tangents and fun 'what-ifs' that occur in my mind-usually at 3am on a Tuesday morning. Most of which take logic seriously... until they stop making sense. If you like hard science fiction hopefully there's something in here for you to enjoy!

"So you're saying the end of the world is coming-so you're going to hijack a rocket?" "That's a new one. I've caught people robbing jewelry stores, banks, even trains. But a rocket? That's a first." "What's your plan? Even if you manage to steal it-do you even know how to fly one?" Seated calmly across the table, Lin Xu nodded slowly. "I do." "Truly. I've piloted them countless times." "And you'd better hurry. I don't have much time left." "No time?" The man chuckled. "Busy, are you?" "Very." Lin Xu gave a solemn nod. "I have another world to destroy."

Johanna Hunt's life is terribly predictable. No, really - for the past 365 days, she has been living the exact same day on repeat: December 19, 2012. Jo isn't sure how she got stuck in this reset roulette, and after a year of looping, her curiosity has gone stale. But one fateful day, she's shaken out of her monotonous cycle by Ezra, a strange guy who does the impossible: Surprise her. Still, Jo doesn't know if she can trust him. Why hasn't she met him before? Where is he from and why is he here? Does he hold the answer, or just more questions? Only one thing is certain: Jo hasn't felt hope like this since, well, a really long while (read as: yesterday) - and now she's hell-bent on finally getting her tomorrow.

(inspired by the relativity falls Au and kittykatratties reading of it here) Stanford (sixer) Pines had the perfect summer plan. a stockpile of magazine sprite and a nerf water gun too keep his brother stanley Away. Unfortunately their parents had other plans. Sending the Kids off to A small valley in road kill county oregon Relativity Falls to live with their Great-Aunt. ( Graunt) Mabel (may) and her "museum of mystery" The mysteryuseum. However tehy soon discover that realtivity falls is a strange places when stanford finds a mysterious Journal labeled with an Ominious "ursa major" symbol on it. Andd from there one thing become clearer and clearer whoever stands and who falls Has become relative.

I don't try to fit in, neither do I try to stand out. If something is wrong, I refuse to sit in silence in let it happen. Let me tell you, the 8th grade is no joke. People are mean, boys are cute, bullies are petty, teachers are ignorant, grades are stressful, and me.....I'm still ugly.

A man on his death bed recalls his first love and how she was stolen from him by time and space.

this books Attempts to make an argument that the universe began as nothing not even space and time

Evelyn Grace Weber was your average eighteen year old girl. Going on adventures with her best friend, starting college, discovering new things about herself....