Poetry
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Last published Sun, Jul 17, 2016
some crappy, semi-depressing poetry all originally by me
Warning: some are pretty fricking depressing. mature content will also be contained. Also, please don't read unless you're 15 or older. And if you do, you have been warned
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Non leggere se tieni alla tua salute mentale. 18. CONTENUTO ESPLICITO Si raccomanda la lettura alle persone che hanno un'età maggiore di 14 anni. Questo libro contiene termini e parole molto volgari che possono sensibilizzare le persone più sensibili. Siate responsabili. Qualsiasi diritto di copyright sulla copertina appartiene a @ettaylor27Complete
Io, che capisco gli uomini (mica tanto)...
Vuoi farti i cazzi miei? Bene. Te ne racconto 47. Spoiler: non ho trovato l'amore eterno. Ma ho trovato 47 uomini. Alcuni belli. Altri stronzi. Qualcuno dolce come un bignè, altri freddi come i bastoncini Findus. Ma tutti - nessuno escluso - sono passati dal mio letto. Questa non è una fiction. È un memoir spudorato, sincero, ironico. Una confessione a metà tra diario intimo e stand-up comedy sessuale. È la storia di una donna che ha cercato l'orgasmo come altri cercano Dio: con fede, delusioni e una discreta dose di bestemmie. Se pensi che parlare di sesso sia volgare, questo libro non fa per te. Se invece vuoi ridere, riflettere, e sentirti meno sola nei tuoi disastri sentimentali... Benvenuta. O benvenuto. Questa è una storia vera. E molto, molto viva. ---------------- Wanna get all up in my business? Fine. I've got 47 stories for you. Spoiler: I didn't find eternal love. But I did find 47 men. Some were hot. Some were jerks. A few were sweet as cream puffs. Others? Colder than freezer fish sticks. But all of them-every single one-ended up in my bed. This isn't fiction. It's a raw, funny, unapologetic memoir. Half diary, half stand-up comedy about sex and everything around it. It's the story of a woman who searched for orgasms the way others search for God: with faith, disappointment, and a fair amount of swearing. If intimacy makes you uncomfortable, this might not be for you. But if you're ready to laugh, reflect, and feel less alone in your romantic disasters... Welcome. This is a true story. And it's very, very alive.
Angel, I Hear You
I warn you: This may not be the right book for those who do mot like randomness. Anyway, you can laugh at my thoughts all you want. Read at your own discretion.Complete![Crossed out [KSIMON]](https://img.wattpad.com/cover/64646938-256-k710562.jpg)
Crossed out [KSIMON]
It's the worst things that draw you in. The pain you hate so much is the thing that keeps you captive and crosses out everything that once made you human. At least that's what it's always been for me. Pain, suffering and violence are the building blocks of my life. I guess after time you get used to it. Stop caring. Until somebody gives you a reason to live. But what if that person is also making things worse? Completed 27th of November 2016Complete
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