Tiredness Stories

"I love you, Will. I'll love you forever." Alicia says in her sleep, snuggling deeper into his side. Will's heart stops for a second when he hears those words from her. All he's ever wanted is for Alicia to be happy and loved. And for her to be happy and loved with him is just a bonus, and she's both of those things with him and he couldn't be happier nor love her more.

You were never one for trouble... But when trouble comes knocking at your door, you're the first to answer. And what if "trouble" is a certain British man, so intriguing, yet completely unattainable. Can you find a way to discover love in your war-torn world? Can you mend the pieces of a broken heart? Can you save the world from impending disaster? Some things are better kept a secret...

Just random partial stories that I wrote cuz I can't sleep or whatever

a bunch of poems written by me.. hope ya all enjoy it and it will be an irregular updates as I always have random shit 😅😅😅 welp anywyas hope ya all enjoy and pls comment some topics if you would like me to write on!

"Just a kid is all the same, Growing up it doesn't change." That was the first sentence in Social Casualty by 5 seconds of summer. I can say that, that was exactly my song or my story. Everyone hates me without any particular reason. Who are they to try to put me down? I go in different schools to change my life. To be away and have a freedom. To meet new people and find friends. But every school that I attended, private or public, are all the same. But there is one guy that always pisses me the hella off. Harry Styles my classmate since I was in 4th grade for until now. He always follow me everywhere and says things that truly hurt. I try to be away from him but I can't.... Until a guy with a golden hair as gold as his heart came and protect me from everything. The guy that saved me. The guy that actually became my very first best friend. The one that understands all the pain that I felt. His name was Thomas. Thomas Brodie-Sangster.

it's late and I have nothing to do so I'm making this, it's just a bunch of pics I have and music to go with. The art isn't mine and know when you look at this there might be some smutty images... I'm tired

A collection of poems and words that were dedicated to one person.

it's fun to take pictures of good times just to delete them It's fun making memotirs og fun times just so yoy van hsve something to fotget l It's fun it's fun trying to delete everything from your memory and pretending that you don't exist it's fun to take pictures of when you're having a good time just to erase them all Iike pulling pages as storybook or story book because you don't want to do exist anymore It's fun making memories just so you can erase them and pull yourself from people memories again like you dont exist It's fun to talk about your life in the past and not the present

This is my first poem ever, i wrote it when I was really depressed. Hope you all will like it

Tiredness doesnt matter in your life.. That work have u done in life thats a matter...

I'm not sure what to say about this. It;s just a collection of thoughts, thrown madly into beautiful words and line.

she wanted an ukiyo type of life, one where all the worries she had carried 'til now faded away. she found a boy who would always be sat in the music room during lunch playing the piano, she thinks he has an ukiyo type of life. or so she thought.

A daily meeting with Therapeutic Conversations between oneself, is becoming Fascinating when the reason behind living isn't what it seemed.

What is the purpose of eyes? They are used for sight-to see the world in all its beauty. Eyes are windows for the consciousness to peer through. Like windows, they are reflective, and other people can look through them. When you look into someone's eyes or any living creature with the gift of sight, what do you see in them? What is hidden behind those orbs? You may ask these questions when you peer through his eyes and read what they express. What tales do they hold within? Will you find out?