Thisisme Stories

Book 2 of "One Heart". "They told me to pour my heart into everything I do. So that's what I did. I poured and poured and poured. Now they ask me why I am so empty" It has been a few months since the events of "One Heart". Phillip has yet to return and Lizzy is slowly losing hope in everything around her. Since the day she has met Phillip, the universe has tried to pull them apart but will Lizzy let the world around her separate her from the man she loves or will love unite them once more. I DO NOT OWN ANY CHARACTERS OTHER THAN ELIZABETH GRAY AND HER STORY. THE OTHER CHARACTERS GOES TO THE WONDEFUL DIRECTOR OF THIS FILM!

Everyone has a place in high school right? There's the bad guys, the slags, the wannabe slags, the nerds, the punks/goths/emo's, but Alyssa? She doesn't fit in any of those above. She's just plain old her. Thats probably why no one gives a hell about her. Her status is right at the bottom of the school's hierarchy, where no one know's she exists, She's almost invisible. You could say she's a nobody. But what happens when she gets a job at a restaurant from "someones" parents, who's at the top of the hierarchy, who she's known since day one of nursery but doesn't know Alyssa exists or do they? If not will they start to notice Alyssa? Is Alyssa's life about to change? Or will they just ignore her like everyone else has already been doing for the past 13years? Or will they just be a bully victim? Will she finally have a "friend"? VOTE, COMMENT and SHARE!

Poetry about a girl and her thoughts. Poetry about unsaid yet so sorely felt emotion. Poetry. Be gentle. You're holding my heart.

Tis my bio read it if you wanna know about me!

• just some thinking, wondering, prompts etc. • it could get a little dark but don't worry, it's just something i need to get out. • here will be lots of different topics and each one is different from the other, obviously. • this helps me ease my mind, a quick way to put my thoughts down.

this is me. chapter 2. (02/2024)

This is just a place where I can say something that is on my mind This is not a story Sorry if you thought this is a story hehe

Imagine life as a sandbox filled with treasures, and suddenly everything doesn't seem so bad

Isn't the title self-explanatory? If it isn't, well, this is a little bit like a blog in which I explain the stuff that goes onside the strange thing that is my Imagination/Mind. Enter at your own risk, and ENJOY!!!!!

These are things you know all to well.

This is basically shitty vent writing

a diary? idk. in other words, short chapters about my shit life. enjoy side note- most of the things i write are depressing things about my life. i seem to not have much to say about the happy things. so most of it's sad. and this is just for me, it may not be interesting for you, but idk i feel like i can't talk to anyone so i'm doing this.

Ok so I was tagged to do a 15 facts about me! So that's what your going to get!

I had an idea for a Yelena Belova x reader one shot so like why not make a book with it and other one-shots. Some of them will be __insert marvel charter_ x y/n but some of them are just funny scenarios or other stuff I'll do requests and stuff too And the funny thing is I still haven't written the Yelena Belova one-shot yet lmaooo

The life of an introvert...Well I hate being called normal. It's such an insult. Being called weird to me means that I'm showing my true personality. That's good. Right?

This is a troll thing just for me to be evil It's cringe fuel. The tags were the best part you should read the tags. Enjoy~ I have officially decided to turn this into my shitpost book.

basically just how i feel lmao😭

~Warning: There may be sensitive topics. If any of the topics trigger you, please refrain from reading this.~ Sometimes when I'm bored or sad, I write poems to express how I feel or how I have felt. That's kinda why I used that picture as my cover...to take away from the possible seriousness. Though this is not necessary to add, I don't do this as a way to cope with my feelings. I do this to try and see them in a better light. A light that is, not only sad, but also kinda hopeful. It isn't a coping mechanism but it is a way of making myself proud.

Just some stuff that popped into my brain! This is basically just my random inner thoughts and feelings, prepare for a lot of poems and extended metaphors!

Can love be enough to accept everyone's differences? Can hatred become love? Or most likely, love become hatred? Can you imagine yourself be with the person you can't imagine to be with? Can you forget the past for the sake of love? Otherwise, forget love instead for the sake of the past? Are you willing to know the real me? Wanna know who I am? Who really am I? 'This is me~'