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The Ability To Feel

TheFaboFlamango

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Parts 9
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Reads 320
Votes 14
Parts 9
Time 21m

TheFaboFlamango

Mature

Why do people feel? Why must I feel? Why must I always feel pain? Why cant I just stop feeling? Questions that I continually ask myself everyday. I hate feeling this way, I hate feeling so tired. I close my eyes to escape yet as soon as I open my eyes I am once again trapped. It doesn't matter anyways, whether I open or close my eyes, I will always be trapped.All Rights Reserved

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Reveries and Musings by RomanticCynic

Everyone, during some point in their life, experiences emotions, situations and adversities that changes them, sometimes for the better, and sometimes, for the worse. And then there are times when we seem to leave our body mentally, to introspect about the world, its workings, and the people living in it. Everyone has that time in their lives where they wonder about how minds work, how relationships thrive, and what makes them, them. Sometimes, it's at night when you're going to bed, and life seems just a little different when there isn't any light illuminating it. Maybe it's in the shower, where tears mix with the water, and go unnoticed. Maybe it's early in the morning, just before dawn, when the idea of starting afresh doesn't seem quite so daunting. But remember. You're you because of your past. And you're no less than anybody else. Join me as I put words to my innermost feelings, as I voice my opinions. Join me as I gather the courage to write down thoughts that run through every person's mind at least once in their lives. Join me as I break conventions, as I rant and rave my way through these emotions, challenges, difficulties, opinions, that have the power to make me, or break me. In the end though, the choice will always be mine.

family friend (reader x martinus) by hashtagbequiet

y/n's parents have always stayed close with their friends, y/n considered it to be a family friend type of thing. she grew up to be an only child, but always felt like she grew up with two boys a year older. these boys were her parents' friends children. two twins, marcus and martinus, as well as emma, but she didnt really stay close with emma. her whole childhood she had stayed close with them, until they won the Melodi Grand Prix Junior competition and life took a turn for the twins when they had to start focusing on their career. this led to y/n and the twins not seeing eachother for months on end, possibly even years. today y/n is 16, and the twins are 17. y/n still, to this day, tries to communicate, but they barely ever reply, and if they do reply, it's always late replies. and the twins know y/n is frustrated with them, the thing is, they do have spare time, but almost always end up going live on instagram. and of course, y/n is fully aware. but she may not be fully aware of her surroundings at night..

Lovely || Demi Lovato by dimmylicious

He always assumes I want money. That money can replace my desire for a mother, for a female figure who will guide me through the darkness. All he can provide is money. He assumes that because I use the money, that I'm happy, that I don't spend night hunched over my toilet bowl physically sick to my stomach with the guilt of killing my mother. He assumes that because I have friends, that the smile on my face is genuine. That because I smile and confidently stride out of my room in a bikini, that I love myself and the way I look. He assumes everything about me, because he doesn't know me. I'm his daughter, and with the simple fact, he assumes that by just looking at me he knows my every thought. Does he know of the blood I spill when I have no other method of coping? Does he know of the times I sit and ponder about what it would be like to go through death? Does he know that when he leaves for work, I cry myself to sleep and wish for a mother? Does he know that I could care less about him? I hate him. But he loves me. Does he know, that through all this mess, I just want a mother. Because according to Disney, mother knows best?

5 Simple Ways to make him love you by imagines_mm

We were so fucking close to each other again. Some of his friends saw us like this and they came closer to us. Marcus' friends; Hey Marcus. Why you didn't tell us you have a girlfriend? Marcus didn't move. Marcus; Because I don't. His friends smile. One of them came closer to me and he gave me his hand. Marcus' friend; I'm Tim. And you? Me; Y/N. He smiled and I little smiled too. Marcus was looking at us angry. Marcus; Okay sorry guys but we have to go. What does he mean? "We"? He grabbed my hand and we started walking. I was totally shocked. I didn't expect that. A lot of students saw us walking hand-in-hand and they were shocked too. And then gossip, gossip and gossip. A nerd is walking next to a bad boy. Ugh. We went inside the school and he pushed my body on the wall. I like this feeling... Fortunately there were no teachers... Marcus; Let's continue now. Me; Okay what do you want? Marcus; Hmm... Tell me why you want to apologise. Me; okay okay. I know you were so rude yesterday but I felt awful when I slapped your cheek. He smiled. Marcus; Yeah... It kinda hurts now. Me; What? Of course not! Marcus; You don't believe me? And also my cheek thinks that it deserves a kiss. I laughed and he smiled. I kissed his cheek twice. Then I hugged him tightly and he hugged me back. That was really cute. Marcus; I'm sorry too for being an asshole. I stroked his messy hair and he stroked my back. After some minutes we stopped hugging 'cause school bell rang. Marcus; So... See ya after school. Me; Okay what we are gonna do? Marcus; I'm gonna tell you 5 simple ways. Me; What 5 simple ways? Marcus; 5 simple ways to make Martinus love you... . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . ▪︎All the stories are posted on @m_m.imagines instagram account. . . . . . {Stories with Marcus & Martinus} . . . . . . . . . . . ▪︎All right reserved®️

Bring Me To Life... ( Marcus And Martinus) by Marwazz

You chose her over me... You chose a girl over your brother... I don't know if i'm cool with that... I don't know if I can ever forgive you... I understand that you love her too... But I thought you love me more... Am I going to lose the only person in this world who brings me to life ? Started publishing: August 9, 2017 Finished publishing: December 29, 2017

My Norwegian Teacher (Marcus & Martinus, (y/n) fanfic) 'REWRITTEN VERSION' by Misschickendipp

A/N; Welcome my fellow readers. If you know me, I am the writer of My Norwegian Teacher. BUT, today, I am rewriting this book, the story is the same, but there will be more conversation, longer chapters, and maybe some smut wink wink. Description book; (Y/N) is in her last grade of school, and that means she is 18. Gor one class, she got the Norwegian Mr. Gunnarsen. The question is; Are you able to resist the charms of Mr. Gunnarsen? But when you tought you where living the good life, Mr. Gunnarsen his twin comes in... Will you make mistakes or will you be smart enough to be with the one you really love... Find out :) REWRITTEN VERSION! Read original first IDK

Dear Journal... by SadeScorned

Just an online journal of my personal thoughts . No, I am not suicidal. No, I am not depressed. Just introverted, and I trap feelings in more than I'm supposed to .. So I let them out here.

Stay || Martinus G || by fountainofblood

Everyone in this planet is special, different from others. Some people pretend to be sad to catch the attention. From the other side there are people that dont want others to know their pain. They always want to be strong. They feel that their life is a "weight" to the world. They lay in their bed and thinking why they still live. Whats the point of life if you are afraid of death every fucking day? Why fight for something, from the moment that you know that tomorrow you may cannot breath? And then you have to go out in the road and pretend that you are like the others. That you dreaming of a life full of money. A life that you can buy whatever you want. You will have a big house, an expensive car and you will go trips every weekend. It sounds amazing...but is this really what you want from your life? If your answer is yes then you totally can't understand how I feel.

Step Siblings {M.G.} - completed by princess-park28LS

Hey! I am Y/N (your name) Y/L/N (your last name) and I am 16. I live in Oslo, Norway. My parents got divorced when I was 10....anyways I live only with my mom.... The last four years my mom has found a new man....his name is Kjell-Erik Gunnarsen..He is a man who is also divorced..his kids live with him..Now that I mentioned his kids...he has two sons who are twins, their names are Marcus and Martinus. Umm...I had a baaaad past with a boy called Marcus but for sure it's not the same boy... Anyways...The twins are at the same age as me. He also has a little daughter called Emma and she is 10. My mom and mr Kjell-Erik decided to get married..and they did it..yesterday they got married..and they wanna live at the same house....we will move to their house..tomorrow...It is in Trofors...a small village that I didn't even know it's existence....Lmao.. Idk...I'm a bit scared for all this...how will the life be like with...three unknown kids and an unknown man? How will the life be like with 4 kids at the same house? How will the life be with 2 boys of my age at the same house? Anyways we will see...tomorrow.... ~•~•~•~•~•~•~•~•~•~•~•~ most impressive rankings through the time: 🥇#1 at #martinusgunnarsen 🥇#1 at #mmer #5 at #marcusandmartinus (out of 1.12k😳)

Our Flor by Cely-124

"I loved you like there was no tomorrow yet you left like yesterday didn't mean a thing" All my life I wished for was a family .A happy home to come to I've had it but it all came crumbling down when my mom took me from my only happiness and she would be the reason the world showed it's dark side at a young age. Sneak Peek: "Wow" "she's a goddess" "who is that" "she is a beauty" "what an attention seeker" I walk down the ball smiling softly at all the guests.I walk behind my brothers and papa while Lucas is beside me.I don't miss the lust from men or the jealous glares women are giving me.But what surprises me the most is I see a face I never thought I would see ever again.... Under editing 👋 READ MY BOOK TO FIND OUT July 15😊 Sequel will be out in a while😘

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Step Siblings {M.G.} - completed cover

Reveries and Musings

Everyone, during some point in their life, experiences emotions, situations and adversities that changes them, sometimes for the better, and sometimes, for the worse. And then there are times when we seem to leave our body mentally, to introspect about the world, its workings, and the people living in it. Everyone has that time in their lives where they wonder about how minds work, how relationships thrive, and what makes them, them. Sometimes, it's at night when you're going to bed, and life seems just a little different when there isn't any light illuminating it. Maybe it's in the shower, where tears mix with the water, and go unnoticed. Maybe it's early in the morning, just before dawn, when the idea of starting afresh doesn't seem quite so daunting. But remember. You're you because of your past. And you're no less than anybody else. Join me as I put words to my innermost feelings, as I voice my opinions. Join me as I gather the courage to write down thoughts that run through every person's mind at least once in their lives. Join me as I break conventions, as I rant and rave my way through these emotions, challenges, difficulties, opinions, that have the power to make me, or break me. In the end though, the choice will always be mine.