Peopleofthesociety Stories

She was the N I C E girl until she got R U D E.

(full version of Melanie) Her name was Mason but I called her Melanie. When I first saw her, I could tell she was originally a boy, but I'm fine with it, she was beautiful. Not to skinny, wore a shirt scattered with lemons with a yellow flower crown on top of her head with loose denim jeans on. I've never seen someone so angelic. I'm straight and I find a transgender girl beautiful, is that wrong? Of course not, Melanie isn't a boy, she's a girl. So me liking her is perfectly fine. Yeah, it is.

✳we all have glass walls, don't we? Easy to break, but we end up hurting others in the process.✳ She is not only smiles; Her hardships are just concealed. She has not only been crying, She has also been hiding her Her past behind. #peopleofthesociety ***warning: depression, and not even close to the happiness and cliche-ness of my old story. #137 in short story!! ;D

#116 in short story {as of three days of publishing the first chapter} ×× But I'm afraid, heaven doesn't consider the wishes of the living. - m}} One for the dead, One for the living. That's the balance in life / ×× #153 in short story {june 25 2016}

Grunge is what we are [or so we say] Fuck it all, fuck life [is our motto] All we do is talk about sex and killing ourselves Soaked in vodka Nicotine staining our breath With hoarse voices And dilated eyes Cocaine is what we're made of We don't care [we don't want to care] We're the rebels [or so we say] Bad bitches, fuckboys Society is our playground and hearts are our favourite toys Yes that's us for you We're the ones who crave pain We're insane Never want to be seen as the same as everyone else We're ostentatious Pretentious and broken We thrive on anorexia, cause it's cool We say we're bulimic, to justify our pain We're the wannabe junkies The cliches, but hey what's the difference in it either way Becaus we're broken too, maybe not in the way we want to be, but we are We're lost, we don't know who we are Yet we judge others, for being basic We slit our wrists and say fuck conformity Yet, aren't we doing the same We too are merely pawns in society's game Hypocrites, that's what we are We're too cool for school We don't try, cause we don't care [but we do] We're in a daze Trapped in maze Yep, that's us for you The Tumblr Effect, Affected.

❝and i was never sure, whether you were the lighthouse or the storm. ❞ If I can't smile, then why should you? If I can't breathe then why should you? If I can't do anything then neither can you. Copy Right © BUBISKA Highest Ranking in SS: #56

[UNDER RECONSTRUCTION] "Okay, so." I shrugged. "Now what?" This time, Angel did a facepalm. × Every newborn children were each assigned with two Guides; a Guardian and a Nightmare. Both meant to look after the child, to guide them as they grow into their lives, then eventually wither away. There were simple rules, really; a Nightmare must not crossed the line of haunting nor ever kill their assigned Guardian, and a Guardian must not, ever, went against a child's beliefs nor ever kill their assigned Nightmare. Ashleigh, as unaware as the rest of the children, had a pair of the oddest Guides amongst others. A passive Guardian with a horrible grief buried deep in his core, and the strongest Nightmare with an obsession towards mint ice-creams. When Ashleigh suddenly went missing on Sunday afternoon with no tracks and things went horribly awry in her household, the two Guides, whether they liked it or not, must team up together to save their child. Even when it meant being hunted down as fugitives, breaking work protocols, interrupting lucid dreams, or even getting sidetracked by ice-creams. Though, that was mostly the Nightmare's fault. × ps : this book is a mess okok go o d original story © greenleaf 1st person pov. narrated by the nightmare, which would guarantee you both horrible puns and beautiful--maybe weird--otherworldly words and also weird poem montages about ice-creams. (i still have no regrets)

(Very Old)They don't know why she is the way she is, so they torment her. They don't understand her logic, but to her it's so simple. She has been conditioned to fit society's expectations. But she seems to fail everytime.

"I spent the last 3 years loving you but I don't think I can live with the fact that I will always be your second choice" In which yuk-jo realises that her efforts are useless.

Poems of a relationship that never should have been. ⚠︎ Abusive relationship hinted at / talked about towards the end ⚠︎ Uploaded: 2/9/2021

// poetry ×× current playlist - ease } @troyesivan @broods bridges } @broods chocolates } @the1975 © 2016

"Poems don't always have to rhyme, sometimes they just need to touch the heart." - [Highest rank: #100 in poetry]

#26 | SS 270317 pervorto (lat.) - to destroy, ruin, undo, corrupt. ❝i'm so used to being used.❞ in which an innocent college student is forced to pay for her brother's careless, dirty mistakes the worst way possible.

♀ femme fa·tale/ an attractive and seductive woman, especially one who will ultimately bring disaster to a man who becomes involved with her. ♀ A group of feminists literally paint the town red in the middle of the night. There's only one rule: don't get caught

They called her S E L F I S H and pushed her A W A Y. She B E L I E V E D them and let them R U I N her - in hopes to make it all B E T T E R.

Dayo is a nineteen year old college student whose online business is just starting to take off. She ends up hiring a moody musician that's everything but nice and respectful. Dayo struggles to find the courage to fire him so she decides to try to heal him instead. This is a story about the ups and downs of trying to heal the people around you all while trying to heal yourself too. Join Dayo as she struggles to love herself more than others.