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See Through Me

JesslynBlackwell

přečtení 777
Hlasy 25
Části 8
Čas 1h 28m

přečtení 777
Hlasy 25
Části 8
Čas 1h 28m

JesslynBlackwell

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Can anyone love me past this face? Can anyone desire me for anything more than this body? All I have is my music, and my art. I am highly praised and well known, but will my mother ever remember I exist? In this world that is drowning in material possessions, I swim alone. I have a night sky, a perpetual world full of what it truly means to be beautiful, yet I have no moon to light my way through the darkness. Suffocating words surround me, but will anyone ever truly steal my breath away. Somebody, anybody, please…please…see through me; and then she answers with, “I do.”Všechna práva vyhrazena

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Session 32. od Just_Bre5

A psychological lesbian romance Rena POV I don't want to be here. I don't want to talk. And I damn sure don't want to sit across from a woman who looks at me like she's already under my skin. She's calm. Measured. Everything I'm supposed to be. But when she tells me to breathe, I forget how. When she says my name, I feel it in places I shouldn't. Simone POV She walks in like she's ready to fight me. But I've seen that look before-rage barely holding grief together. Rena doesn't trust anyone to hold her. So I won't ask her to. I'll wait. I'll listen. And when she finally cracks... I'll be right there to feel it. Some wounds don't want to be healed-they want to be touched.

Where the Skies are Blue od auronautic

Once upon a time, there was a boy with pink-dusted cheeks that waited for Skylar outside class every morning to walk her to her next one. Breathless laughter echoed in her room after he would climb in through her window every evening, eyes crinkled into crescent moons and cheeks bunched up with the force of his smile. Together, they would listen to music under the river of stars in the sky every night. Now Skylar is miserably grown up, the windows in her room stay firmly shut at all times, and the boy she wanted to share her music and her life with is now a planet outside her orbit.

Her od gennareads7878

Drowning, needing air. Crushes, crushing me. Needing air. Masks hiding my tears. I need air need to tell her, need to hide it. Please save me. Kat~ 17, drowning Megan~ 17, wonderful, Beautiful, perfect depression drowning me, no crushes drowning me. how could I get such a despicable crush. I hated me, I loved her, what have I done.

The New American Dream od midnight--vamp

"I see the world and it seems like I see it so differently than most other people. It makes me really angry most of the time. Especially since no one ever listens to me or what I've got to say. I try to express myself in so many different ways and no one sees it. When I sing a song people will only care about how the music sounds or how much I swore. If I paint, people will see the picture but not the meaning. It seems so obvious to me but everyone just seems to... close their eyes. Or at least shut off their brain. As if I see things they don't. But when they don't listen, how can I communicate that to them? It's so frustrating." Allie is a high school student and has big plans to make the world a better place. But her own head is pitting against her, throwing rocks in her path on a daily basis. Everything seems to be great for a while but what happens when her world suddenly comes crashing down around her? Can she ever recover? A coming-of-age story that deals with mental ilnesses, grief, first loves and family, briefly taps into the subject of religion and will likely enrapture you. Trigger warning: mental illnesses, self harm, death, dealing with grief, mentions of guns and gun control, mentions of cults, mentions of homophobia, dissociation. Names of bands, band members and song titles have been changed but at this point I want to credit mainly Palaye Royale, the band 'Homesick Soldiers' that is mentioned throughout is heavily based off them, but I'm sure if you're familiar with them you would have been able to tell that :)

Sanctuary od FaizahM24

She wasn't supposed to matter. Not like this. Not enough to make me break my own rules. But the way she looked at me- Like I was the only safe thing in a world that never gave her one- Changed everything. This isn't a love story. It's survival. And maybe... It's something more. I wasn't looking to be saved. People like me don't get rescued. We survive. Quietly. Carefully. Alone. But then she looked at me like I wasn't broken- Like I was worth staying for. She doesn't know what I've done to make it this far. She doesn't know what I am. And if she ever finds out... Will she still stay?

Pure Madness od newsonwemen

WARNING: it's a dark sapphic romance, with spicy scenes. TW, there might be mentioning of: murder, blood, demons, hell, death and others. I saw something that I wasn't supposed to see and now she wants to torture me for that. She wants to destroy me. To own me. But I think she's getting used to me as time goes by. I think she even wants me. The time when she was playing with me is in the past and now I can see the passion in those pretty black eyes. And I feel like I belong with her and feel like I can function only from her touch. This is a pure madness, the madness we don't wanna escape.

What you never asked od libtyfi

"I pretend I never loved you I will pretend it was never the easiest thing to do I will pretend that I'm over it Pretend I am over you But no one has a fucking clue And I'll throw my popcorn away. Hide my face. Wipe away my tears. I wasn't special enough And that is alright by me." ------------------------ At this point this collection of poems is almost like a diary. I always hated poetry. I like people who are direct and honest. And that's how I prefer literature. I believed myself to be bad at double meanings and metaphors and hated pretty words to cover up the ugly reality. Yet, I found myself being fascinated by it. I think it's the most vulnerable side of me. Wanting to communicate through a medium I think little of and yet understands me. It has no structure. It can be messy and yet beautiful. It's allowed to be unpolished. Wrong quotations. Or even lacking any. At this point in my life I feel like everything I thought was right to be wrong and so maybe something wrong could be right. You haven't even asked for this. And still you know it now. "Art is where what we survive survives" -Kaveh Akbar

I Love You, Unfortunately. od EidensGrden

READ THE PINNED CONVERSATION ON MY ACCOUNT BEFORE READING!! I still love you, unfortunately for me. The only way for me to get fed up with it is by you hurting me and pushing me away, just one last time like you did on that morning of January 20th. When you said you didn't want me anymore and I had to cry about it in the arms of my mother who didn't care about me at all. And maybe by then, I'll finally get the message why The Moon and The Stars are never close to each other. "You don't see stars here, they're just city lights I think back to where you live and how you can see the entire sky It's occasional, sometimes I'll see the moon And I'll think of you." - We Hug Now by Sydney Rose

A Self-love Story od Kirsten_Sharp

Bliss. Delight. Contentment. Euphoria. Elation. Joy. Glee. Felicity. Jubilation. These are all words synonymous to the word happiness. But what is true happiness? Happiness is that feeling of butterflies fluttering around in your chest, trying to break out. Happiness is that invisible fluid rushing in your veins, making you shiver in the most wonderful way. Happiness is the force that pulls your cheeks up into the widest smile and makes your eyes twinkle. Happiness makes you light-headed and giddy, it is in fact like alcohol. Well then, I am utterly and completely drunk. When you're happy, everything feels amazing. Even small insignificant things like getting up in the morning. The golden hue of sunlight streaming in through the curtains feels like a soft caress from the hand of a lover. The birds seem to chirp sweetly outside, a melody to which the leaves sway as if mesmerised by their music. The curtains tango with the wind beautifully. Every little thing seems perfect. And that's a word I'd use to describe my life. Perfect. To give you a little introduction about me, let me start by explaining the most important aspects of my life. I have a loving family. There's my sarcastic, yet surprisingly sweet brother, my beautiful mother (both in looks and spirit) and my stern, yet humorous father. I have the best best friend, Charlotte and I have an amazing boyfriend, Theo. I'm quite beautiful and popular too which I'm not saying to brag, I'm just stating the truth. So that is my life. The life of Tia-Jade Garcia. *** What she didn't know was that every high has a low and that the higher you rise, the lower you fall and the more painful that fall is. Follow her story as she loses everybody she ever cared for and thereby her happiness. See her fight all of her demons by herself. Watch her fall in love...with herself because the only person's love you'll always need is yours. This is her self-love story.

Under Her Enchantment od LaylaMango

"I can be anything you want, my love," she mutters in my ear, her warm breath making my skin tingle and my body yearn for her to touch more of me than her gentle hug around my waist. While I do appreciate how gentle she is with me, right now I want more. I want more of her touch on my bare skin. I want her hands to explore me more than she's letting them. I know she wants more just like me, but she's holding back. "Oh, really?" I tease, wrapping her hair around one of my fingers and giving it a small tug, hoping that this will get her worked up. "Anything I want?" Alice hums, confirming her promise before peppering a few soft kisses along my neck while I consider my request. There's so much I could ask for. "Absolutely anything, my love." *** For those who never find pleasure easily, a creature who knows and can be their every desire is perfect - it's even better if the creature is the one lustful for them.

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Session 32. cover

Where the Skies are Blue cover

The New American Dream cover

Sanctuary cover

Pure Madness cover

What you never asked cover

I Love You, Unfortunately. cover

A Self-love Story cover

Under Her Enchantment cover

Session 32.

A psychological lesbian romance Rena POV I don't want to be here. I don't want to talk. And I damn sure don't want to sit across from a woman who looks at me like she's already under my skin. She's calm. Measured. Everything I'm supposed to be. But when she tells me to breathe, I forget how. When she says my name, I feel it in places I shouldn't. Simone POV She walks in like she's ready to fight me. But I've seen that look before-rage barely holding grief together. Rena doesn't trust anyone to hold her. So I won't ask her to. I'll wait. I'll listen. And when she finally cracks... I'll be right there to feel it. Some wounds don't want to be healed-they want to be touched.

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