Biografía de un desconocido.
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rose in the desert
I will write my future story in bilingual. I want to force myself to be the person I like. I don't care if other people like me, I just care if they like me. After days of hesitation, I finally settled on the name, and I sat on the toilet thinking about the script God had sent me... I can't wait to read the script God sends me and I can't wait to finish it. After writing it, the English audio reading was wonderful. I burst into tears as I listened, and burst into tears as I finished writing. This is very interesting. I always touch myself again and again, always write dreams in my dreams. Whose life is not a dream? I am an affectionate and tragic person, and I love this world deeply. Love so deeply, so seriously. God often gives me so much information that my brain feels like it's going to explode and I'm going crazy. I can understand what Vincent van Gogh was doing in the wheat field. When you see everything in the world, dear, you don't care about anything anymore. You only live for your own happiness. People start to distance themselves from you and you become more and more lonely. God, I ask you again and again, why am I stuck in the desert? I want you to answer me, once is not enough, ten times is not enough, a hundred times is not enough, a thousand times is not enough, ten thousand times is not enough! 2025/1/5
Dumb LOTF shit I think of a lot
I need to barf out thoughts to people who actually know what I'm talking about. Memes, one shots, you name it.Complete
{Hybrid Architecture}
Architect reader that ends up doing exactly what she wanted to avoid. Humans inclusive Beastars, with an insert that ends up in ridiculous situations and making questionable decisions to protect the few she chose to care about. (I had a description from years ago, and it deleted so I had to make this new bio)
Poetry?
just random shit i've written that I need the world to see??XD TW
PJO/HOO random thoughts
Just random headcannons and incorrect quotes I've found on Pinterest and wanna share :]Complete
Roses {Louis x wolf! Reader}
Y/n's pov Why did I have to come to this school. I began whimpering as I walked through the halls of Cherryton Academy. My name is y/n and I'm a albino wolf. Students gave me either curios or scared stares. I hate it when people look at me. I just lowered my head to avoid the eyes looking at me. Not being able to see in front of me I bumped into someone, I heard gasps as I did. "S-Sorry", I mumbled and tried to walk away, but they blocked me. "A timid wolf?", the animal said, I quickly glance up to see a deer. "Wolves shouldn't act so timid", he stated, I just Kept my head down, whats up with this deer? I DO NOT OWN BEASTARS, CHARACTERS(unless I create them), MUSIC, DRAWINGS(unless I made them) AND PICTURESComplete
girl chronicles 🎀
series of poems and writing pieces i did for schooling/freetime, practically my quiet BPD revealing itself to the public eye in writing formComplete
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This includes LGBTQIA+, maybe some mentions of angst, swears, fluff and some cringe 😬 Maybe some smut idk And Y/N is neutral gendered..Complete
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I will write my future story in bilingual. I want to force myself to be the person I like. I don't care if other people like me, I just care if they like me. After days of hesitation, I finally settled on the name, and I sat on the toilet thinking about the script God had sent me... I can't wait to read the script God sends me and I can't wait to finish it. After writing it, the English audio reading was wonderful. I burst into tears as I listened, and burst into tears as I finished writing. This is very interesting. I always touch myself again and again, always write dreams in my dreams. Whose life is not a dream? I am an affectionate and tragic person, and I love this world deeply. Love so deeply, so seriously. God often gives me so much information that my brain feels like it's going to explode and I'm going crazy. I can understand what Vincent van Gogh was doing in the wheat field. When you see everything in the world, dear, you don't care about anything anymore. You only live for your own happiness. People start to distance themselves from you and you become more and more lonely. God, I ask you again and again, why am I stuck in the desert? I want you to answer me, once is not enough, ten times is not enough, a hundred times is not enough, a thousand times is not enough, ten thousand times is not enough! 2025/1/5
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