All the memories I had with you,
the laughter and the jokes,
the trust we shared,
the deep talks we had,
the love between us,
the huggs you gave,
I‘m watching them fading away
like it never happened.
(-deepthoughtsvibes)
23How am I the cause of all your pain
When it was you running through the hallways right after the rain
Bruising your knee
And then crying after
The only pain that I cause were bellyaches from laughter
When you slipped I picked you up
Brushed you off and wiped your tears
But still to this day I’m the monster of all you fear
I give my heart, my everything, my soul, my all
But no matter my efforts, I’m still blamed for your fall
Heart broken, a few bruises, disappointment and pain
Yet I still want to be your sunshine, clear skies with no chance of rain
16The four different types of rain:
Hot rain:
This rain typically occurs in the summer and is the most sought after rain. It tends to occur after days/weeks/and sometimes even months of humidity. It it cool to the touch but warm as well, almost room temperature. This rain smells of heat and grass.
Spring rain:
This type of rain occurs in the spring and smells of flowers and honey. Perfect temperature of cool/ hot and is typically a light mist of sorts. The rain happens often but is still celebrated by dancing.
Winter rain:
This type of rain is cold and beats down on you, hitting harder then you’d expect water ever could. It smells of the memory of snow and is just as cold. This rain brings hopes that the temperature will drop Just Enough for snow to occur
Fall rain:
Fall rain is more of an aesthetic than an actual type of rain. Its a misty, cooling down rain to signify the bite of winter is close. It’s falling leaves resembling the falling rain. It’s the smell of moss and mud and Rain’s beautiful scent. It’s crunching wet leaves and taking aesthetic photos. Fall rain is both the beginning of winter and the end of a beautiful summer who’s rays of warmth are a distant memory
3How do I tell someone that I want to die without making them sad or judging me?
(-deepthoughtsvibes)
23Le Trou-de-Loup de la Dépression
She went back and buried her feet into the quicksand,
Just like you always knew her, ever-so-loving,
Where she stood years ago, she fails herself and stands,
And it has her stomach in knots where she’s heading.
Senseless of direction, no salvation in hand,
Blind to the handicaps in the path she’s treading.
Ignorance was a bliss and upon her bestowed,
Crown of oblivion she didn’t know she wore.
Though everyone had seen it, she was never told…
She waltzed her way into a deadly trou-de-loup
“A ne'er-do-well, imprudent fool, lo and behold.
Point and laugh at the tactless dolt who won’t recoup.”
At her last breath she nearly laughed at that remark,
Before she heard the wails of those whose cries she knew:
“Today we kiss goodbye the unholy monarch
We mourn the witless fool who never had a clue.”
5“Away in her mind she would unravel memories, like beads on a string. Each bead contained a story of the time before. Sometimes as I listened to her memories my thoughts would drift. They would quietly hum of hope that some how, one day, I could return to that time.”
- Existing-Maybe
8The only reason Dracula isn’t a thing anymore is because he was captured by the government and has by now been reformed into a normal member of society and he lives among us
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She was a free bird one minute; queen of the world and laughing.
The next minute she would be in tears like a porcelain angel, about to teeter, fall and break.
She never cried because she was afraid something ‘would’ happen; she would cry because she feared something that could render the world more beautiful, ‘would not’ happen.
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