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Que asco de año

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Parts 2
Time 5m

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Básicamente todo lo que me pasó este 2016, un bonito cuenta donde todos la pasamos mal en algún momento.

Es un diario de vida que escribo meses después de que pasó 
  
  Sin más que decir, y si no les da una tremenda paja leer esta wea, los dejo con mi año de  mierda. Gracias conchetumare :)
  
 (Advise : escribo según me acuerdo, quizá omita detalles o algo sin querer.)All Rights Reserved

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Echo of the Past by KiyuMiyuu

A few months ago, I bought a mug with gold gilt. On sale. Not a gift either nor because of an occasion to remember by it. Just plain, pretty mug for 15PLN. I drank my coffee from it since. I spat loose tea leaves into it. It never felt particularly significant. An ordinary object. Only when I lost it, I realised its true value. I sat comfortably at my desk one evening. Looking at my phone, I reached to take my song-text notebook. Trivial situation. My clumsy fingers were unable to avoid the mug. They allowed it to topple over, to slip from the desktop. Even though I did not see the split-second occurrence, I felt the pressure of unease. My head painted the trajectory of the fall on its own, the shattering, spillage. The loss. For a millisecond I still had hope, that I would be able to catch the mug, that I would be able to avoid what was about to happen. But I knew I was headed for failure. I don't have any superpowers. I only scalded my fingers. I looked at the mug's new shape for a long while, at the shattered pieces. At the spilling liquid. Our adventure came to an end. Irrevocably. I won't be drinking coffee from it anymore, nor spit tea leaves into it. Well. I shouldn't be sad, it was just a regular mug, just like thousands of others. I grew to like it, it kept me company throughout hundreds of warm drinks. I lost it. I hate this feeling the most. In the moment when I am losing something, I stop in my tracks, I hold my breath. It is always a very intense moment. A short one, but one that gives me the tight unpleasant feeling in my stomach. The feeling of loss is always accompanied by hope. Silly and naïve. Making me believe so strongly, that I can make it. That I will still be able to catch the mug mid-flight. When the feeling is entering the body, crawling into me I realise, how important it was to me. Whether it's Nivan or a stupid mug with gold gilt.

ONLY MY SENPAI [BL Harem] by marixx_angel

16+ Multiple students of Akademi, a prestigious senior high school, would soon find themselves charmed and intrigued by a mysterious junior, who was secretly only interested in his "Senpai." Ayato Aishi was determined to catch Taro Yamada's heart, while others try and catch his. With a mask of a gentle and sweet young man with an air of mysteriousness, he manages to dodge those who show affection. For Ayato, it's only a couple of minor setbacks. But can he truly avoid them? ------------------------------------------- ❗️Viewer Discretion is Advised ❗️ This novel's chapters may contain: Strong or Offensive Language Nudity Subtle Sexual Themes Violence (Including Gore) Substance Use or Abuse Traumatic Themes I do not intend in making this just a fanfic. I'm passionate in making this a real story. One that does not associate with Yandev, whose actions I truly condemn. [ALL art shown are mine!]

✿Her Innocence, Her Purity✿ [Male Rivals X Reader X Various] by xXMeko_MailXx

✿I've always been told I'm not like my sister and mother. That I didn't have the same bland look in my eyes, or that I was much more....real. My sister had always loved me as I did her, we always stuck by one another no matter what. But...that faith and love came crashing down in mere seconds, all because his eyes were on me instead.✿ ★#1 in the 'Senpai' Category - 10/13/18 ★#1 in the 'ayanoaishi' Category - 10/18/18 ★#1 in the 'yanderesim' Category - 10/18/18 ★#1 in the 'yanderesimultaorxreader' Category - 10/18/18 ★#1 in the 'Taro' Category - 10/20/18 ★#1 in the 'Budo' Category - 10/20/18 ★#1 in the 'malerivals' Category - 10/21/18 ★#1 in the 'VariousXReader' Category - 12/27/18 -I do NOT own Yandere Simulator or any of the characters I am going to be writing about. Everything belongs to 'Yandere Dev' who is the creator of this wonderful game-

Nuestro Si? Si. by _ricksrm

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?

my route | aoba seragaki x m. reader by -OrchidBloom

i don't care for the sun. i don't care for the stars. i don't care for music. i don't care for dogs. i don't care for cats. i don't care for tomorrow. i don't care for forever. but.. i do love him and suddenly, everything i didn't care for became important after all. _ the world is black and white, everything has its place, and nothing stands out. but when a splash of blue enters his life, nothing felt as dull as it used to. he doesn't know if it's worth the confusion, or if people like him are just meant to be left behind. but maybe, just maybe, there's more to the route that was his life than he expected. _ -dmmd x male reader -takes place in the same universe as in game -also fuck the anime phase 1, common route: current phase 2, y/n's route: phase 3, after-story: i do not own DRAMAtical murder, obviously.

Worthy of Love by CxAdri215

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Repetitive Thoughts || Akitoya Angst -old- by callboy2dmvissopeak

Since middle school, Akito had expressed himself as he wanted. Then suddenly everything changed. All his friends saw a noticeable difference in his behaviour... or should I say *her*. Meant to be akitoya angst but it's basically everyone angst atp WARNINGS: Eds, sh, transphobia, Suicidal thoughts, suicide

Mystery Diary (DISCONTINUED) by masra112

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Creepypasta Boyfriend Senarios by 1-877-Kids-4-Kash

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Just A Dream (Ticcidrowned) by Maskeddoodler142

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Echo of the Past

A few months ago, I bought a mug with gold gilt. On sale. Not a gift either nor because of an occasion to remember by it. Just plain, pretty mug for 15PLN. I drank my coffee from it since. I spat loose tea leaves into it. It never felt particularly significant. An ordinary object. Only when I lost it, I realised its true value. I sat comfortably at my desk one evening. Looking at my phone, I reached to take my song-text notebook. Trivial situation. My clumsy fingers were unable to avoid the mug. They allowed it to topple over, to slip from the desktop. Even though I did not see the split-second occurrence, I felt the pressure of unease. My head painted the trajectory of the fall on its own, the shattering, spillage. The loss. For a millisecond I still had hope, that I would be able to catch the mug, that I would be able to avoid what was about to happen. But I knew I was headed for failure. I don't have any superpowers. I only scalded my fingers. I looked at the mug's new shape for a long while, at the shattered pieces. At the spilling liquid. Our adventure came to an end. Irrevocably. I won't be drinking coffee from it anymore, nor spit tea leaves into it. Well. I shouldn't be sad, it was just a regular mug, just like thousands of others. I grew to like it, it kept me company throughout hundreds of warm drinks. I lost it. I hate this feeling the most. In the moment when I am losing something, I stop in my tracks, I hold my breath. It is always a very intense moment. A short one, but one that gives me the tight unpleasant feeling in my stomach. The feeling of loss is always accompanied by hope. Silly and naïve. Making me believe so strongly, that I can make it. That I will still be able to catch the mug mid-flight. When the feeling is entering the body, crawling into me I realise, how important it was to me. Whether it's Nivan or a stupid mug with gold gilt.