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Son yayınlanan Per, Eki 20, 2016
Miércoles 19 de octubre
Hoy tuve un largo día cuando llegue me tocó asignatura estatal y luego biología me regañaron mucho por mi folder mal acomodado y luego geografía la tuvimos libre no me justa que pase eso me justa mucho la clase pero el profe ya no irá mmmm después salimos a receso y me comí una pizza y unos dor
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I've never written before so pls pls don't judge Me ill try my best to do daily but I forget very easily so yeah🫶
𝐊𝐀𝐋𝐎𝐍
𝐊𝐀𝐋𝐎𝐍 ［kəˈlän］ ［𝘯.］𝑏𝑒𝑎𝑢𝑡𝑦 𝑖𝑠 𝑚𝑜𝑟𝑒 𝑡ℎ𝑎𝑛 𝑠𝑘𝑖𝑛 𝑑𝑒𝑒𝑝 ❝𝒄𝒓𝒆𝒂𝒕𝒆𝒅 𝒂𝒏𝒅 𝒃𝒐𝒓𝒏 𝒇𝒓𝒐𝒎 𝒕𝒉𝒆 𝒎𝒐𝒓𝒕𝒂𝒍 𝒔𝒆𝒆𝒏 𝒂𝒔 𝒂 𝒒𝒖𝒆𝒆𝒏, 𝒔𝒉𝒆 𝒍𝒊𝒗𝒆𝒔 𝒂𝒔 𝒂 𝒈𝒊𝒇𝒕 𝒇𝒐𝒓 𝒑𝒆𝒐𝒑𝒍𝒆 𝒔𝒉𝒆 𝒉𝒂𝒔 𝒔𝒆𝒆𝒏 𝒄𝒓𝒆𝒂𝒕𝒆𝒅 𝒃𝒚 𝒕𝒉𝒆 𝒔𝒆𝒂 𝒐𝒇 𝒕𝒉𝒆 𝒈𝒐𝒅 𝒐𝒇 𝒕𝒉𝒆 𝒅𝒐𝒎𝒂𝒊𝒏 𝒕𝒉𝒖𝒔, 𝒎𝒂𝒌𝒊𝒏𝒈 𝒉𝒆𝒓 𝒂 𝒌𝒂𝒍𝒐𝒏 𝒐𝒇 𝒕𝒉𝒆 𝒐𝒄𝒆𝒂𝒏❞ ᴛʜᴇ ᴅᴀᴜɢʜᴛᴇʀ ᴏꜰ ᴘᴏꜱᴇɪᴅᴏɴ ɢᴇᴛꜱ ɪɴᴛᴏ ᴍᴀɢɪᴄ [⚠WARNING⚠ VIOLENCE, MENTAL TRIGGERS AND MENTION OF MATURE THEMES] Copyright©HONEY_MEL I DO NOT OWN TWISTED WONDERLAND AND PERCY JACKSON I ONLY OWN MY CHARACTER AND SOME PLOT CHANGES
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?
SUMMER HEARTS // Quackity X Reader
24 new emails looked back at you from the screen. You could feel the headache setting in, but you opened your email anyway, looking through the new messages. Two from your statistics professor, about a new assignment, another one from the RA in the dorm building, one from the admissions office, about your application to the study abroad program, one from your American history professor- Hold the phone. You rapidly clicked on the email from the admissions office, scanning through the paragraphs. Reviewing your application to the program... taking into account your grades and your major... looking at schools in the area... pleased to say we can accept you into the program. Accepted. Part of you had forgotten that you had applied in the first place; it had been months ago back at the end of last semester, and then you had gone home for the summer and put it behind you. But being back at school had brought it to the forefront of your mind again. This was great. You had needed some good news today. Turning up the music, you danced out of your desk chair and jumped around the room a little, excited. You were going to Mexico for a semester. You could already picture it now - warm weather, good food, and firsthand experience speaking Spanish for at least six months, maybe more. Not to mention all the adventures you could have in a foreign country. This would be something you would remember for years, and just thinking about it made your day better.Tamamlanmış Hikaye
rose tinted hours
jean kirschtein x fem!reader, college au ⋅ ⋆ ─────── ⋆⋅☆⋅⋆ ─────── ⋅ ⋆ There's a small comfort in knowing my own insignificance. Not like watching a video comparing the size of the Earth to other celestial bodies, or experiencing a sudden moment of clarity in a bumper-to-bumper style traffic jam on the highway. Insignificant in the sense that nothing really matters and that's okay, it's always been okay, and there's really no point in thinking about it. Insignificant like a caterpillar that doesn't care if the sun's going to explode in a fucktillion years and focusses on the leaf it sits on. Insignificant like falling seamlessly into the life that I've been sewn into from the beginning, stitch by stitch, blind, chewing, chewing. So why is it? Why is it when I attend university, when I listen to my lectures and do my homework and finish my shifts and eat my meal, why is it when I look into your eyes, I become something? ⋅ ⋆ ─────── ⋆⋅☆⋅⋆ ─────── ⋅ ⋆ ao3 tags: ok here we go / Alternate Universe - College/University / Sickfic / Sick Character / Fluff / Kissing / Alternate Universe - Modern Setting / Texting / Vomiting / Not at the same time / Winter / i dont know how to make tea / mentions of bagged milk / slight angst? i guess? if you squint? / reiner texts like a boomer and im sorry / POV First Person / Present Tense / Friends to Lovers / One Shot Collection / Driving / Eventual Smut / Other Additional Tags to Be Added / Slow To UpdateTamamlanmış Hikaye
Season 4 One Shots
I write random Station 19 (mostly Surrera) scenes in my head. When life allows, I'll write them down and share them with you!Tamamlanmış Hikaye
Random things
This is going to be random things I write and will never finish maybe... but I might continue who knows. Again I write only to practice. Most of these are actual things that I have in my google docs and just have it hidden so don't be alarmed when ou see a difference in my writing stye. This might have a little NSFW stuff -soooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooo... You know the drill hunker it down and make it snappy.
Quiet Waters (Fem. Percy x Young Justice) (EDITING IN PROGRESS)
Percy Jackson meets Young justice after the Giant War which I seriously have an issue but I like writing these so I'm not gonna complain too much anyway, you'll figure it out as you go I'm sorry for this crappy description but I'm drained from school and it's a miracle I'm actually writing words and not fhtcjr af j7d GB jrvjrvj se GMT anyway I don't own, you can't sue I'm beating my head with a shoeTamamlanmış Hikaye
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
Write it Down so I Don't Forget
Elizabeth has a very mundane boring life but sometimes she needs to vent about anything and everything. The only relief she finds is by writing it down. So this is her life. This is her diary. It's not formatted like an actual book and it has IM language as well as emojis because this is my life. This is basically a "story" of my senior year. It's messy and unorganized just like my life. Don't hate this is actually what happens/ had happened to me. I changed names and took out some parts but everything is very real. *this has NOT been edited! Read at your own risk*Tamamlanmış Hikaye
I've never written before so pls pls don't judge Me ill try my best to do daily but I forget very easily so yeah🫶
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