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Hold ItIt's like holding your breath for a minute.
If you haven't experienced that sensation, go ahead and try it now since you've got nothing to lose and it'll help you better understand the story.
That first twenty seconds is like a walk in the park. Like, gosh, I didn't know I was so gifted at holding my breath. I am the best.
Then about halfway through it, you start feeling a pressure, right? Not exactly a panic, but you are just waiting for the moment when you can just start breathing again-- like normal.
Just five seconds after that you start panicking a little. Oh, god it has only been five seconds how am I going to handle twenty-five more seconds of this? Because now every second feels like your lungs are starting to collapse a little.
Every second is a struggle to not breathe, to go against nature just to reach an arbitrary goal of sixty seconds. And every second feels like an abomination; you shouldn't be feeling this pressure, you should be enjoying oxygen intake like a regul
Simple OperationHe hated himself for sitting so frozen. "It's really a simple operation, Jig," he said. "It's not really an operation at all." He was totally still except for his mouth it felt like.
The girl looked at the ground the table legs rested on. She was blank and hidden. Her voice was surprisingly strong despite having been silent for what seemed to be hours and hours as she said and not asked, "And you think then we'll be all right and be happy."
"I know we will. You don't have to be afraid. I've known lots of people that have done it." He didn't. He knew one person who had but he never met her. There was silence again. The warm wind blew the bead curtain against the table.
He so fervently wished it never happened. He also wished he could move, but moving before she did seemed like it would be going against the laws of nature. Apples falling upward seemed more probable at that point.
The very moment he was convinced she had turned into stone, she looked up at him
Day SuicideMy day was another suicide.
Luckily days can fade or burn or bloom,
And arrive promptly, with confidence,
I sometimes kill my day with cruelty,
Perhaps unfairness, too.
Tiny injustices that seem to weigh
The entire concept of our cosmos
But its only in your mind.
Your selfishness and self-murder;
Pain because you dont want to forget.
To ensure your memory is still alive
Day must die.
A memory that creates an emotion,
Deadly to your spirits and your day,
But at least you do not long for it.
You do not pine for the memory.
You die instead,
So the memory can live.
For the Sake of Mary Ann PrimChapter One
George Percival Higgins Jr. was sixteen years old and awkward. Not to the extent of being wince-worthy, but enough for one to know the poor boy was awkward. He stood at six feet and a quarter inch, towering above most of the boys in his class who werent basketball players, with gangly limbs jutting out in random directions.
Oh, and he wasnt actually sixteen; he was technically fifteen years old until tomorrow, but out of anxiety for the big one-six, he already rounded up. He did not know, however, how important this particular birthday would be in the grand scheme of his adolescence, and how important it was that his birthday had not yet
As George stared at his pasty reflection in the bathroom mirror, toothpaste still foaming at the mouth, he narrowed his eyes as if to look tough, or, actually, failed to look anything remotely tough since he still had toothpaste all over his mouth. George actually only narrowed his eyes because he didnt have his gl
The Wall of Your BackDarkness. Crickets. They chirp. Piercing the silence. We lay in bed together. Were not really together though since youre plagued. I know you are because somehow I can feel it coursing through you. The guilt doesnt just stay in you, no, it flows around us and over me who cant feel the awful sensation. I instead feel an acute pain from the barrier you suddenly dropped between us, reminding me that I should have left, and I would have given anything to disappear vanish right then and there.
And no matter the circumstance, I was rejected, and your rejection hurt me more than anything else did, and if I couldnt leave then I wanted your arms around me, holding me tight against your chest, stroking my hair, keeping me safe and assured that you cared for me still despite all of our wrongs. I have nothing but those contradictory desires gnawing and grating at some hidden place that then clenches my heart, shuts my throat, creates burning tears that can
How to be a Hopeless Romantic You gotta sit there first. Yes, just sit there. Start to daydreamif youve never daydreamed, just space out. Now smile like you just ate a big hot fudge sundae with extra fudge. You just imagined a hugit didnt have to be you actually getting the hug, but still, you imagine a great big warm hug.
This hug, that just the idea of it put that ridiculous smile on your face, was one of those hugs that people give each other after a long awaited reunionprodigal son type of things. Its also the type of hug that you imagine youd give to someone you loved who died but came back to life for a moment only for that hug. Any hug that strong and that encompassing always has a sadness to it. I mean, because you know that the hug has to end.
Next, feel the tugging desire at the pit of your stomach that wants to keep holding on to that hug. Even if youre just witnessing it, you still feel that tug somewhere. Suddenly, the overwhelming
The Turtle and His RockA turtle sat on a rock. The turtle liked his rock. The rock was cool and comfortable and covered in crisp green moss.
The turtle had been sitting on that rock for a long, long time. The moss even started to grow on him.
The turtle heard about many places, but he never went to them. He liked the place he heard from the bird called the pond the most. It was filled with water and many interesting creatures and had tasty food other than moss. He always wanted to go swimming.
But the turtle was a little scared to leave his rock. He only heard about other places from his friends. He was a slow walker, too; it could be a dangerous walk. He decided to stay on his rock.
One day, the wind blew a very nice smell over to the turtle. The wind came from where the pond was. It was very fresh and smelled like flowers. Even though flowers grew near his rock, the flower he smelled now was different.
The turtle felt very curious. He was actually so curious he stretched out his neck as far as
Another KissThat was the tenth.
Yes, the tenth.
And I looked away
Last time you had to.
This time I had to.
The next time I dont think
It starts with a look.
We continue to look.
And we pine 'til we finally
But this urge I get.
The urge you get.
Is strong, but the bubble
Its bad, I know.
Cant be, you know.
Thats why we are where we
Look, the eleventh.
God, the eleventh.
The kiss: a look from
She Blinded me with Candy
Remus collapsed onto the comfortable mass of the old chair in Nymphadoras room. A great sigh burst from Remus as he felt his whole aching, tired self relax and sink into the chair.
Today had been too much for his old body to handle.
The moment he thought it, he could almost hear Nymphadora laughing at his exaggeration. But no matter what the truth really washe felt exhausted beyond measure.
Thankfully he knew everyone was safe and alive. If he hadnt checked at the Burrow for the most recent updates on everyone, he would have been far too anxious and worried to enjoy the comfort of this glorious chair.
Merlin this chair is amazing, he said to himself as he sank deeper into the cushion,
If only I had a bit of chocolate or something He closed his eyes and right as he felt himself sink into sleep, a fearful chill forced him awake again.
She was supposed to be back already! His eyes shot open before he even completed the thought. T
Saturated SeductionSaturated Seduction 7/23/14
You appeared to me in a dream.
You exist only in my enigmatic imagination.
The moon was heavy that night,
drunk with the power of the sun.
Pulling and pushing the tides
like my vacillating moods.
I swim through this vast ocean
of unrest searching for
a place to call home.
I created your face
to give me comfort.
I carved out your being
to fit perfectly with mine.
Your hair danced like fire even
though the sea consumed you.
Sometimes my dreams are lucid -
most times I forget.
But you linger like an after image -
as a flash of a camera in
my watery eyes.
You stay with me on nights
of uncertainty - when all my
doubts bombard and petrify me.
I am rooted in place, too
frightened to move...on.
If you were real it would feel like a dream.
I would never wake.
Eternal slumber has a nice ring to it.
Love Always PerseveresSometimes
You just have to keep on
Throwing paper airplanes
Until someone turns around
Sends one sailing back to you.
A strong and broken man.A strong man is defined by his vows,
and he had bled for his.
Years could not age what he had swore,
and she wished he had sworn for her.
A captain of honor and virtue
damaged by his hope.
She struggled with his obsession
and grew jealous of it.
Was she not worthy of his regard?
Not a symbol for adulation?
Could she not tempt a loving word,
or even break the skin?
The stronger the man the worse the break,
and what was he if not broken?
Hope had scarred but did not mend
the loss he bore on his back.
She felt his eyes recede
and knew he thought of her.
A woman that had won his strength
and lost it to his ambition.
A man who loved so purely
it reflected in his crimes.
He felt the loss so deeply
it imbedded in his skin.
She never knew herself
to crave a hopeful man.
But she loved him for his vow,
and wanted him to break it.
My LoveI am so exhausted
Loving you from afar
I don't even know
What you look like
But I am completely
In love with you
Whoever you are
You are the total package
A perfect mold
Of my deepest and darkest desires
Honest to a fault
Masochistic enough to love me back
Intelligent enough to know you shouldn't
But so deeply in love you can't help it
God, how I want you
I've never had to beg before
But I would for you
I would swim in an ocean
Of broken glass
Just to get you to look at me
But you can't be real
Such perfection can't exist
But I love you all the same
I simply can't help myself
SMIH ONE PIECE MARCO
Just as you and the other girl were about to pick your sticks to draw form the bag, a strange presence approach the Thousand Sunny. You turned around to see a man dressed in purple. He appeared to be blind and used a stick to feel his way around the ship. You had no doubt in your mind that this newcomer was Fujitora.
"Excuse me, is it too late for me to join the game?" Fujitora asked, walking up to Sanji. He looked around and saw that since Marco was the only person left between you and this other girl, so mathematically, one of you weren't going to have a turn. To make it fair, Sanji would have no choice but to allow Fujitora to join.
"As long as you promise to not bring harm to the ladies..." Sanji warned holding up the bag to Fujitora. "Put an item in the bag that belongs to you. Don't let the girls see it."
Fujitora nodded and reached into his pocket and pulled out his item. He kept it hidden within his fists as he placed it inside the bag.
"Alright ladies~! Now we have enoug
We kissed last nightWe kissed last night
In my dreams
Not my first dream-kiss.
First time with you.
You took my face in your hands
And looked at me with tears
Then our lips touched
Not wet, but dry
I didn’t speak
But I smiled
We did it again
The dream-kiss felt good.
That was a first.
It surprised me
Then it felt awkward
People were watching
But only I felt weird
Because I enjoyed it.
Of course you did
But could we do it in real life?
Would it be as wonderful?
Or as awkward?
Someday we might want to
But could we?
We’re both girls.
Kiss MeKiss me;
Let me drown in your eyes.
Grip my waist,
And run your fingers down my sides,
Like hands ghosting over a piano.
Play my body like an instrument,
Soothe the melodies in my heart.
SMIH ONE PIECE ACE
You and four other ladies now held the chopstick in your hands, one of you held the red chopstick. You had hoped that it was you, because it would mean a hell of a lot to you to actually win for a change. Your top choice to pick out of the remaining guys was Ace. He was such a hottie! You scrunched your eyes closed and slowly removed the stick from your hands, you slowly opened one eye and saw that it was indeed red! You had finally gotten a win!
"Congrats," Sanji applauded as he handed you the anorexic purse. You quickly reached your hand inside and felt around until your hands touched something hard and wooden. You pulled it out and saw that your item was a match! Although slightly confused, you had a good idea who had this item. Though, you still wanted to make sure...
"Who put a match in the purse?" You called out, hoping that your hunch was right. Whitebeard noticed your item and nudged his sleeping son awake. "Hey, boy. Wake up, a girl picked your item." The groggy bo
web in every time
in every space
your lovely face
with every fiber of my heart
my love, my friend
my spider in the middle of a web
we have met
through the ages
through their silverweb
of every time
of every space
in a maze
of heartbeats, tangled velvet sheets
and pearls of sweat
don't be afraid to be alone, forgotten or lost
in every time
in every space
your beloved face
anytime my light
casts its shadow
I can see your smile
behind the mask
shining through the surface of your skin
calling me home
luring me in
I'll recognize your wicked smile
in every time
in every space
my dear spider, waiting for me in the middle of a web
calling me home
playing on the strings of my heart
luring me in
through the chaos of our fates
WantI want him.
This rapt and
That pine, that perish
we all know.
I want him to hum into my ear,
beneath my ceiling of stucco.
I want him to stop
me, with arms
so his head can rest
at the base of
my neck on
I want him to reach for my hand
his quiet movement from a calm
I want him to map out trails
skin as we lay
discussing the texture of linen.
I want him to sing to himself
as he walks calmly
I want him to smile against my
chest because my
hand in his
hair lulls him
I want him to photograph
an instant, a
subtle blur of a smile
so he'll have a
moment to keep.
I want him to look at me and even
if it's just for a drop
in an sea of hours:
nothing else in
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