Wasted Stories

჻჻჻჻჻჻჻჻჻჻჻჻჻჻჻჻჻჻჻჻჻჻჻჻჻჻჻჻჻჻ In the dim glow of a smoky underground pool hall, where the air reeks of cheap beer and stale cigarettes, a girl with messy hair and sharp, tired eyes slouches over the green felt. She's only 16, and she looks like she's already given up on the world. Empty cans litter the table. A half-smoked cigarette burns between her fingers. Headphones on, music drowning out the distant chaos of Musutafu's hero-filled streets. She's not here to win. She's just here to waste another night. Because when your quirk is all about gambling with your own life... what's one more bad bet? ჻჻჻჻჻჻჻჻჻჻჻჻჻჻჻჻჻჻჻჻჻჻჻჻჻჻჻჻჻჻

They say turning eighteen doesn't change anyone's life in the end, but it sure as hell changed mine. But let me tell you a little secret: there ain't one thing I regret. Well, except for one, apparently. But we need to rewind a bit before I can explain the position it has put be in right now. - My dad used to say: "Ri, if you can't walk straight, you just have to pretend everyone else is crooked".

juice wrld song lyrics :))

America, the pinnacle of freedom and power, has fallen to it's knees... too many are dead and so few unaffected people are alive. March of 2987, the downfall began all of a world superpower began with a program called MUTT, which aimed to create a race of super soldiers. Only three years later, 2990, America is a burning wasteland with no society or government. No one knows if they'll survive. Mutants, savage creatures that kill and infect what few people remain, roam the desolate country. Despite their best efforts, mutants still thrive. They even managed to immigrate to other continents, such as Europe, Africa, Australia, and Japan. Thanks for the help MUTT?

I am a cake. CAKE

*WARNING! TRIGGERING!* Nora was considered one of the "unpopular" girls at the school, Kingston High School. She didn't have any big brand name clothes, she didn't have any special talents, and she wore glasses, and didn't wear makeup. She kept to herself at school, ignoring the ignorant comments that spewed out of people’s mouths. Only one person got to her, and made her feel terrible; herself. She's only ever wanted to be special, have good times and just not be picked on. Then she started cutting, at first by accident, then she just kept going. Nothing ever felt right until she drug that lifeless blade across her skin, bleeding out her own fears until she felt alive. But nothing could stop her, she was in a prison of her own making, desperately trying to dig out, but wanting to fall under.

a story of the struggle.....

Life is a lie.Help is a lie.Happiness is a lie.Love and care and friends is a lie.

Fanfic based off of Brett Eldredge's albums Illinois and Bring You Back. It's about London, it's about Chicago, it's about music, it's about a girl who is in the right place at the right time and just doesn't realize it, it's about friendship, and it's about being yourself... Oh, and there's a guy named Brett in it, I suppose that's important

Dearest Little Me, this is a reminder to be kind to yourself more than anyone else.

She is not an ordinary girl. She's proud and bold. It's like she knows everything. He likes her. He wants to impress her. That's where the haircut comes in. He messed up. What happens next?

Even though this was one of the first poems I wrote, it has occurred to me on off in the years since that we never take the time to just BE. As in 'be in the moment'- now that is the biggest cliche saying going oozing with cheese 'be in the moment' but think about it: when was the last time you truly focused, relished and absorbed a moment instead thinking of what you have to do next, the list of jobs awaiting you tomorrow etc? Most busy people, including myself, are guilty of this. Some of us even have the bad habit of thinking we'd rather be somewhere else or be talking to someone else when at an event or having a conversation with someone. But I'm learning that all experiences are necessary to shape you we are- if we didn't have to go to school or work- treats like holidays and days off would lose their colour and joy, if we didn't endure dark times or make mistakes we wouldn't be as strong or wise today. So try to make the most of your time, be of use to others and most importantly do what you enjoy :)

The world as we know it is gone. I'm Aubrey Hall, I'm 20 yr old and I might well be the last person on earth. All those speculations about countries bombing other countries came true. But everyone was really dumb and fucked this planet over. All important government officials were transported to space to keep people alive all while people who couldn't afford to be taken was left to die from radiation. Well everyone except me. I'm trying to survive while trying to find another human that isn't completely mutated they can't move.

A funny,sad, yet beautiful love story of how you can waste vauluable time.Keisha learns that hiding her feelings may have been the biggest mistake of her life. She could loose the only man she has ever oved becasue she was to afraid of a relationship because she didn't want to mess up ther life long friendship, now as shw watches the man of her dreams indulge himself with a new beautiful women she can fel wedding bells ringing but her mouth is sealed shut.

The time we enjoy wasting is not wasted time.