Sobbing Stories

Kaia is a 17 year old girl with beautiful features, and an abusive mother. She runs away from home and gets the biggest surprise of her life, meeting BVB. But that isn't all. One band member gets a liking for her and has her move in with them. What will happen? READ TO FIND OUT! :3

Chair Art Book uwu basically everything is mine uvu I'm taking requests!

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one day the gems go on a mission, but Garnet, amythyst and pearl get controlled by the monter causing them to something they would never forgive themselves for doing.... | TW: this contains talking of blood and gore so if you get triggerd by it please don't read this story |

Stay A Little Longer She loved him without a 𝐰𝐚𝐫𝐧𝐢𝐧𝐠, yet it was the best mistake she has ever done. she was incapable of finding the person who truly loves her, but he taught her how to love. the world twisted when fate gave them another ending. the story that was destined for 𝐩𝐚𝐢𝐧, only to cherish its last moments before they end. leaving nothing but a distant memory. the boy who had no choice. "Don't make your life miserable now that I've gone. Be happy that you experienced loving me." ©2020 belle I DO NOT OWN ANY OF THE RESOURCES USED ON THE COVER. CREDITS GOES TO RIGHTFUL OWNERS.

'After all she was the victim who declared war.' ©Sheila afb two thousand and fourteen

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sobbing

The Trail of Thoughts is the unfiltered contemplation of the mind. It depicts the heart's true desire craving for love, care, compassion, and freedom. Every person must have gone through similar situations, cried in the darkness, fallen apart, or broken into pieces but what matters the most is how you have risen from those ashes.

the breaking point, warning, insanely sad <3

for those who ache when the days grow short the last months of the year-September, October, November, December-carry a weight unlike any other. they are the dusk of the calendar, when light grows thinner, when people begin to look back and find more disappointment than triumph, more questions than answers. these months.. do not simply pass; they press upon the heart.. reminding us of everything unfinished, everything unsaid (: this collection is my way of holding those hardships-my own & the ones i see in others

After holding Godo's father in his arms till his inevitable final breath, Kiyoka is left surrounded by the corpses of his fallen comrade in his arms. However, the creature responsible for all their deaths, the Earth Spider, is still on the loose. Kiyoka chases the horrendous beast down, slaying it with the saber Godo's father gifted him. If only he had arrived earlier or agreed to give up on obtaining a regular life, perhaps then all those soldiers wouldn't have died. The time between then and now, at the funeral, flashed before Kiyoka's eyes. He has little to no recollection of the events, but that won't be the case for long after this mission is completed. Unfortunately, even in the scenario of success, the outcome of this mission will still be a double-edged sword for him, being retraumatized by the events of that day.

this is a bit of a chinwag

My tears are made of heavy steal. Burned and bent to hurt, as they fall. Jagged but smooth, when they fall down my 13 year old cheeks. Do you see me crying, as my eyes fill with solid liquid? Do you hear the agoney spilling out my mouth as you die? Or are you already carrieing on a conversation with God? Just left with out a final good-bye? Did you have a chance? To say or even think a fare well? I never told you thoughs words. Good-bye. Even when your make-uped body lay in a pink lined cascet with painted white wood decored with detailed pink roses on the front and sides, I could not say good- bye. The worlds would not form. Nor was I able to come to close to your lifelsess, soul-less body. You looked close to you, but you were not you. I just could not let thoughs last two words that would prove what my fogged mind was peiceing together. No, no one can say good- bye to their little sister...

ash stop asking me to write more wattpad stories of you x my OCS 😭..

a poem about how my life was completely shattered after the passing of my Grandad get your tissues ready 🫶🏼

time to tourture you all have fun with making your brain hate you 😋 -rei