Pastel Emocional
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- Partes 11
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Última publicación jue, abr 29, 2021
Escritos artísticos que muestran sensibilidad y sentimientos.
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humanidad
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From my mind, to the page, with some editing in between. Thoughts, rants, blurb etc.Concluida
COTE: Where is that smile from before?
Have you ever wondered why people smile at strangers? It doesn't make any logical sense. For all you know, the person you're smiling at could be the world's most ruthless killer. Yet we do it instinctively, as if trust and kindness are commodities to be given freely. This contradiction lies at the heart of human nature-our willingness to mask fear and suspicion behind a simple, disarming gesture. But what happens when the mask slips? When curiosity overrides logic, and true intentions are revealed? In a world where trust is an illusion and everyone hides behind their own carefully constructed facade, one question lingers: Why do we smile?
Nuestro Si? Si.
Nuestro Sí? Sí. es una historia sobre el amor joven, el autodescubrimiento y los lazos familiares. Algunas historias de amor comienzan con un "sí", otras con incertidumbre, y algunas se escriben entre líneas de conversaciones nocturnas, miradas prolongadas y la silenciosa valentía de dos almas que buscan encontrarse. A través de mensajes llenos de risas, vulnerabilidad y revelaciones sinceras, Rafa de 22 años casi 23, que enfrenta las expectativas sociales y la homofobia internalizada-explora un romance reavivado con Martin, de 30 años recién cumplidos. Entre la paciencia tejida en el destino y una conexión tan profunda que convirtió cada amor pasado en un mero prólogo, su viaje se convierte en más que una historia de amor: es un camino hacia el autodescubrimiento, la fe y la aceptación de su verdadero ser. Porque hay amores que transforman, que desafían la duda y que enseñan que, a veces, lo más valioso es aquello que se construye con el tiempo. ¿Será su "sí" un destino escrito? ¿O se convertirá en un "qué hubiera sido" perdido en los ecos del tiempo y las circunstancias?
Manan - obsession or love
hey guys welcome to my new plot , this goona be different from all my other tracks what happens when a girl with passion meet a guy with obsession to know more just peek inside will truly be an interesting one for sureConcluida
Maze of memories
People always say every life should be cherished. That every single one of them is equally fragile and precious. Like a beautiful glass sculpture or the blossoming flowers in spring. But the thing is, everyone's definition of beautiful is different. Some people prefer roses over orchids. Some of them like sculptures of people whereas others like sculptures of animals. And so there are times when even the most beautiful sculpture gets thrown away like trash or forgotten somewhere because they found one that's prettier. The beautiful flowers that bloomed in spring will wither away and eventually become nothing but dust. There are times when a sculpture in itself could be really beautiful but a tiny flaw will make people deem it as a "mistake". The flowers that are left to wither away just because they miss a leave, or because they aren't the right size or the right colour. So you see that saying about every life being equally precious?, yeah that only counts for the "perfect" ones. Still some of these faulty sculptures and broken flowers managed to make it into the world. They would be facing the harsh reality of this world and would have to fight to survive. Some of them would unfortunately lose this fight in the end, leaving to a faraway place in hopes to find peace and quiet. Still just being able to make it this far in this harsh world is something to be proud of, as friends and family will forever remember these brave individuals who fought hard to survive until the very end.Concluida
Even Pretty Dies
She had seen so much bad in the world. More than most can even quess. She had given up in everything. She had nothing. Until someone amazing came along. She'd be lost without that someone. Does the gender of that someone's really matter? You might be here for funny stories. That is something this one isn't. I am sorry for that. Warnings for: Mature content. Sucide. Self harm. Disorders and mental illnesses. Bulling. Abuse. Many more... ___________________________________Concluida
Opposites Attract (人の温かみ)
In this world, winning is everything. As long as I win in the end, that's all that matters, All people are nothing but tools. Do i still believe that myself? My ideology of using others as tools to get what i want, thats the belief my father instilled into me. After encountering this "warmth" for the first time, i became fixated on experiencing it again. Honami ichinose. What is it that makes you so special? and why is it only you make me feel this "Warmth" i truly wonder if a terrible person like me would ever succumb to this feeling they call "love" Opposites attract. (Human warmth)
ONE SIMPLE LOVE STORY
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I'll always remember us | ✔️
growing up and growing apart sometimes people who really love you have to leave you for your own good and it's okay to grow apart holding on to things that hurt isn't a wise choice They broke up in college but now are forced into an arranged marriage Will the sparks fly again or........ ••••••••••••••••••••••••••••••••••••••••••••••••••••••• Wrong place, wrong time, wrong people, right man Surrounded with unfortunate events, unfortunate people Those slim waists, slim faces, long hair and long nails Those long legs, large hands, fluffy hair and beaded bracelets They don't belong together last days, best times, red hands and playing fights Social priorities, diwali parties, arm wrestling and life stories That's the closure I needed Searching the crows, you stand tall, stand out Walking out of that building with hurt hands and burnt minds scholar badge, scholar board, Council badges and red coats brown pants,white shirts, black shoes and red ties Sprawling crowds, yellow buses, red rickshaws and black cycles ice cream man, Mother Dairy, white vans and red lights Saw you walking on the footpath with rolled up sleeves with few friends I wouldn't wish I would be there I couldn't wish I could be there Could you be specific who do you like? Blinding lights, goodbyes, Friday promises and exam time White walls, black boards, blue desks and A/C nobs Sweet memories scattered in my head Teardrops all over my bed These are the things I'll never forget And that's the price I paid cover credit: pinterestConcluida
Classroom of the Elite: Machinations
Ayanokōji Kiyotaka, a child born within the sterile walls of the White Room, had faced many hardships. At an early age, he had no shortage of enemies who wanted to suppress him. The 'fellow' fourth generation subjects who were wary of his growth and White Room instructors who were particularly harsh on him. Coupled with a curriculum that no one should be forced to endure at any age, let alone infancy, and nothing but his own abilities to trust, a huge mountain obstructed Ayanokōji's path. But no matter what or who tried to drag him down, he continued to climb to the top, every step he took up sealed the fate of another until no one but Ayanokōji Kiyotaka remained. As the undisputed victor and last man standing, no one else in the White Room could reach this height. However, a frog in a well knows nothing of the vastness of the ocean. The world is a big place with countless unknown variables and larger machinations at play, that aim to drag him down into the abyss. [Volume 0 - The Genesis Arc: Complete] [Volume 1 - The Imperial Arc: Complete] [Volume 2 - The ANHS Arc (Act Ⅰ): In Progress] ********** DISCLAIMER: This is a fanfiction. I do not own the original light novel series "Classroom of the Elite". The original owner is Syougo Kinugasa, and all original characters belong to him. Illustrations used in the cover are sourced from Shunsaku Tomose.
From my mind, to the page, with some editing in between. Thoughts, rants, blurb etc.
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