Despair (27 Jan 2015)I've been strangled once in my lifeDespair (27 Jan 2015) by Shoujo-Slytherin
"I can't breathe," I gasped
As I was pushed against a door frame
I felt my windpipe start to give out
My eyes squeezed shut
I started to see spots
But she let me go
And didn't apologize
Is a feeling I know all too well
Sometimes it shrouds you
A thin, ratty blanket in the northeastern cold
Other times it clings to you
Parka jackets in the heat of a concrete jungle
Does it ever
Reach its hands around your throat
Digs its nails into your neck
Pierce the skin
Bleeds you out
Most times it leaves you with a neckbrace
And a handful of regrets
But too many times does it subdue you
Lower you into that box
And watch you silently go six feet under
I am a writer.And I don't even careI am a writer. by SailingSong
if the world hears my story.
All I want to do
is put my ink to paper
and stain the white with all the things
you said to me
and watch the paper blacken
until you can't see the lines,
because I am a writer.
And I always carry my pen
so I can stain the world with my stories
the way you stained me.
I'll see you in the pages.
France x ReaderTitle: Late at nightFrance x Reader by Sangre-Du-Il-Frau
Summary: You make me proud.
Rating: E for Everyone
Pairing: France (Hetalia) / Reader
Disclaimer: I do not own Hetalia, just the plot.
[A/N: Francis is just a sexually active cinnamon roll that needs to be protected at all cost. Enjoy!]
A knock on the door is heard but she elects to ignore it, flipping through the pages once more. Another knock comes. And another.
"I'm coming in, belle," she hears his soft voice. "I hope you don't mind."
The door creaks open but her eyes remain glued on the textbook. The sound of it closing is heard and a few seconds later, footsteps near her.
One. Two. Three.
"What are you doing up?"
"Studying," she bluntly answers.
"At..," he pauses to look at his watch, "four in the morning?"
"I'm studying very hard," she replies, not once taking her eyes off her desk. He only sighs and her eyes move away from the book to the floor beside his feet.
"This," he begins with a deep breath, "is not healthy miel."
Her fingers begin to s
You are not useless; we are just misguided ghosts.|
Fandoms: Sailor Moon, Madoka Magica, Hetalia, MPGiS, Kitchen Princess, Harry Potter (although I still have yet to read book 7), Regular Show, Steven Universe, Kill La Kill, Adventure Time, A:TLA, Daria, Katawa Shoujo, BBC Sherlock, HTGAWM, Gakkou Gurashi
Education Level: second year in college
Things I Like: I have a strange fascination with the zodiac, astrology, the elements, etc. It almost scares me. I'm also taken by different aspects from different East Asian cultures (thank you A:TLA!).
Zodiac: Libra Sun, Aries Moon, Leo Rising; Wood Pig [INFP]
I identify as GQ. Please use they/their/them (singular form) pronouns, but I won't be offended if you use she/her/hers pronouns since I was assigned female at birth (AFAB).
Sexuality: Panromantic demisexual
Current Projects: none at the moment due to college