The Master of Crushes

The Master of Crushes

  • WpView
    reads 61,210
  • WpVote
    Stemmen 1,797
  • WpPart
    Delen 53
WpMetadataReadLopende18m
WpMetadataNoticeLaatst gepubliceerd don, feb. 15, 2018
[Crush memes, truthes, zodiacs, quotes, facts and more] Whether you're bi, pan, gay, or straight, this book is for you You're not human if you haven't had a crush before. EVERYONE has, had or will get one. It's just nature. Once those stupid chemicals in your brain start focusing all of their attention on some specific person, you'll feel like you're dying because there is a 99.9% chance you'll never be with them because you don't even have the guts to talk to them! That's why they're called crushes, they'll crush you. Disclaimer: Most of these things are from Pinterest or Tumblr (mostly pinterest)
Alle rechten voorbehouden
#994
tumblr
WpChevronRight
Word lid van de grootste verhalengemeenschapOntvang persoonlijke verhaal aanbevelingen, sla je favorieten op in je bibliotheek en geef commentaar en stem om je gemeenschap te laten groeien.
Illustration

Je bent misschien ook geïnteresseerd in

  • My Poetry Escape
  • Coffee & Nerves (boyxboy)
  • Your Brother and I
  • BETA MINE (mxm || lgbtq)
  • Twisted Control
  • Mirrored
  • Side By Side
  • Loveless
  • ✧𝓓𝓪𝓻𝓵𝓲𝓷𝓰✧

I may just be a girl. No one special. Nothing compared to others. In the eyes of the universe, I am just a little speck of dust. My light may not shine very bright, and it may not be of any use, but I am me. Writing is my only escape out of this world. I cry rivers of ink and climb mountains of words. I may not write as well as others, but my writing is just a different style. They're my feelings. I really do hope you can connect to some of the work in here. Please, do not copy any of this work without informing me first. Thank you! "My Escape" I have a supply, In the closet near my bed, Of past memories, Hanging by a thread. A thread, Connected to my mind, That thread, Just follows me around. I have a hole, In the middle of my heart, That hole fills up, When someone's torn apart. I have a tear, Accompanying my lonely eye, Knowing, whenever I'm alone, I can sit in a corner and cry. Even though, These things are there, I still have ink, a notebook, and a pen, To care. I write and write, To my heart's desire, New feelings erupt, By the hour. Writing is, My one escape, In this cruel and careless world, I have the power, to awake. "A Story Without Words" A story told, In a little tune, A golden smile, And a shining tear, Rolling down my cheek. A little breeze, The nice sun, A marvelous day, Turned into a wet one. The memories dripped, Down on my cotton white shirt, Leaving stains, On my malicious heart. Your smile, Worth a thousand words, Can't cheer up This depressive mind. A storm bewildered, Your indecisive mind, Drowning me, In my reckless thoughts. A rainy day, A gleaming lie, A story not told, With words Nor sounds. This story is, But a mere thought, In this universe We share, Every night. This story is, A withering storm, Drifting off, In this careless soul. This story is, Not told with sounds, But a never ending blow, Of swirling emotions, Bottled up inside.

Meer details
WpActionLinkInhoudsrichtlijnen