Hypocrite Stories

anti sakura/sasusaku.

From the spoiled "next generation" to hackers, there's plenty of stuff is this world to rant about! If you are one of the people I rant about, it's not my fvcking fault!

Alors la il y en a des trucks qui se sont passés même moi je réalise pas a quel point je me suis faite prise pour une conne, bref je crois j'ai pas besoin d'en dire plus vous allez vite comprendre 🤣🤣 J'vais vous raconter mes peripétie avec le ptit Thaïs qui m'en a fait des belles. Y'a beaucoup de haut et de bas... (el culot d'ailleur)

A boy with his imagination.

America the land of hypocrisy and ignorance

The mouth of the righteous is a fountain of life, while the mouth of the wicked conceals violence.

I rather trust and regret than doubt and regret. - Samantha Cullen

Poetry book about love and what it can mean: betrayal, devotion, revenge, hatred (yes, love can be hatred, sometimes) and so many more; the list is countless.

Hello readers, Thank you for taking out your time and reading my poem.People are demon's these days. They all act like angel's but they are not.The moment you get to know them you realize that they aren't the angel's that you imagined them to be.Hope you all like it.I would really appreciate your feedback :) Cover Photo credits: http://goo.gl/mdNlDP https://goo.gl/LRhrGG

If you're given a chance to kill a person. Who would you kill? Anyone in mind? Well, you can keep it as a secret. Shhh.. Don't tell anyone, cos your 'other self' know who it is. Let he do the job.

Wanda, a mighty girl of nineteen is living a life from hell or much worse. Amidst all problems which had at once proven to be the only ones-her nuisance of a family who are worse than her enemies, there lies another major problem. The "missing twenty three months" that just seemed to have fled from her memory and .......life. With her "human" friend passing away a month back and no one for her to share her feelings with she is left all alone. or atleast, she has turned her back on whatever pieces of happiness may have remained. She all the more different now, pained and confused yet too proud acknowledge it. Feeling for nothin, smiling not even once for the heck of it or sad to please the sadists just a bit more daring and defensive than ever. Lost so deep in thoughts. Time seems to have stuck for her and so has her heart. But one fine rainy day, "Beau" a swallow, and her friend comes to her window after an absence of pretty long. Only to reveal his human form...........and that- she was/is in love with him. she was/is the mother of his child. she had slept with him.......ofcourse. But thats not all....;)

Two best friends, Inside jokes, Sleepovers, Hours on the phone, Midnight calls, Soul mates, Best friends what could go wrong ? Every best friend fights. They always said; soul mates were never meant to be found.

A old poem about feeling trapped and hypocrisy.