The Sleeping Wallflower*
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I'm perfectly happy living a life people will easily forget.
Joined: June 30, 2013
Last Seen: 4 years
Birthday: July 27
user id: 364776
Location: Red Land
Gender: F
Joined: June 30, 2013
Last Seen: 4 years
Birthday: July 27
user id: 364776
Location: Red Land
Gender: F
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Stay alive sunshine.
Currently fangirling*
Comics Sans and Dank Memes.
I don't care, I ship it.
17 years old
and acts like I'm 7, with sarcasm problems.
Currently fangirling*
Comics Sans and Dank Memes.
I don't care, I ship it.
17 years old
and acts like I'm 7, with sarcasm problems.
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I just realized something amazing.
I was always drawn to Steve Rogers as a character, his story spoke volumes to me and haven't realized why until this moment:
He was told that he wouldn't be good enough in the military.
I'm told that on the daily, yet that is my dream.
He goes in anyway and proves everyone wrong.
While he gets the Super Soldier Serum and becomes much stronger it symobolizes to me that pursuing your dreams makes you stronger.
So this blew my mind.
Captain America is not only a hero but an inspiration to me.
I was always drawn to Steve Rogers as a character, his story spoke volumes to me and haven't realized why until this moment:
He was told that he wouldn't be good enough in the military.
I'm told that on the daily, yet that is my dream.
He goes in anyway and proves everyone wrong.
While he gets the Super Soldier Serum and becomes much stronger it symobolizes to me that pursuing your dreams makes you stronger.
So this blew my mind.
Captain America is not only a hero but an inspiration to me.
It was all so painless, falling in love with Dean. There
was something so mindlessly ordinary about it, like Dean was just
another fixture, just another glass in his cupboard that he had
begun using. He wasn’t there, and then the next day he was, and
Cas couldn’t remember the hours before him. ~Twist and Shout, a
Destiel AU
Spoonfuls into the Pit We Dug by: Chloe Marie He said,
"Don't forget me" I knew I wouldn't, his memories were
everywhere. I kept his face in my sorrow filled mind, as I closed
my eyes, he would smile. His voice rang in my now empty ears, he
whispered softly, as everything remain silent. His hands lingered
on my bare waist, memories of him taunting me, shouting out to
me, as I struggle to continue through the pointless, never ending
movements of life. His fingertips ever so slowly brushed along my
tingling arms, as if he were engulfing me in a restless sleep,
muttering sweet words I would never hear again. Tossing and
turning, I knew he wasn't truly there. Twisting and cursing to
myself for believing he would never leave. Memories help you
remember, while begging you to forget. I chose which path I would
follow, as I agreed to his soft begging, "Don't forget me." He
mumbled into my hair. I can only remember, what other choice can
I have, as his eyes glisten with the fear of me forgetting who he
was to me? I wiped his tears away, as I fought back a storm of my
own. What a foolish thought! "I promise I won't." I gave him
hope, as I tried to work my way around the lump in my throat. His
warm brown eyes held me in a loving, yet violent embrace, as if a
single look could lead me towards the pit we knew we were digging
since day one. We never truly acknowledged what we were doing,
but yet never denied it. And never thought too much about the
dread leaving each other would bring; with each shovel full of
removed dirt meant another memory made. The effort was never
wasted, and we knew that. The pit is now done; the earth that was
once there is now stored with us. We bring the dirt everywhere we
go, to dump back spoonfuls at a time. The amount we keep, we use
to cover what will someday be our cold, lifeless bodies into the
ground. We dig when we're in love, because we aren't supposed to
keep hidden. When we approach the end, we won't have to cover who
we are, for we would have already revealed everything we have to
show. Life is a show and tell, yet a little more complex. We
prepare for what's ahead, letting go of all the unnecessary
cargo, and experiencing little moments to remember along the way.
Everything has a little beautiful, everything has a little ugly.
It simply depends on how you view it. "Please remember me." I
whisper to him, I cast a glance upwards, dancing my eyes across
his face, taking each feature in, scraping a little dirt off the
edge of the pit I knew we've finally finshed. His brown eyes
finally found mine, I embraced the familiar feeling that those
eyes gave me. And, at that moment I realized that I've held on
much too long. He has to go. And I have to let him. We were both
ready, pretending we weren't, "I couldn't forget you." His lips
curved into a sad grin. "Good." I told him for I knew I would
soon forget myself, as I willingly only remembered him. Then we
faced reality, and had our goodbyes. I would be lying if I said
they were depressing, that word alone couldn't do that justice. I
wanted to yell, I longed to drag him back to the place we called
home. But the world is cruel, no one can stop that. We weren't
the unexpected superheroes to stop the villain. We are just
innocent citizens, at the wrong place, at the wrong time, waiting
for someone to save the day. Unfortunately, our wishes were
useless, that didn't happen. So, we embraced for the last time,
and put everything we had into that last kiss. "Don't forget what
we have." I nodded into his chest. Moments later, he let go of my
hand. "I love you." He smiled sadly, I supressed tears. "I love
you too." He smiled, then turned and left. Later, I found myself
chucking spoonfuls of dirt into that pit we dug. We finished. The
digging was accomplished, but now we must begin putting the earth
back in place, filling the empty chasm that left us so sore.
There are beautiful memories that I kept for myself and him. Some
things you just can't convince yourself to throw away. It's not
easy leaving, but once you do, we realize that we never truly
lost anything.
I have been trying to feel the "ground thunder below my feet" for
so long now, that I can feel my life fading away. I've let it slip
almost voluntarily, trying to find a way to keep everything from
leaking through the spaces between my fingers. It's useless, and
I've finally found that out.
The things that used to excite me, now bore me. And I am aware that people call this depression, but it doesn't feel like I'm sad, I'm honestly just completely and utterly empty.
I feel happy some moments, but then they just slip out of my grasp, and I fall back to painful dullness that reduce numbing aches for something new again. I overthink life; I don't know how to take it, and experience it.
I have the desire to feel intensely again.
The things that used to excite me, now bore me. And I am aware that people call this depression, but it doesn't feel like I'm sad, I'm honestly just completely and utterly empty.
I feel happy some moments, but then they just slip out of my grasp, and I fall back to painful dullness that reduce numbing aches for something new again. I overthink life; I don't know how to take it, and experience it.
I have the desire to feel intensely again.
Charlie's Last Letter
I don't know if I will have the time to write anymore letters
because I might be too busy trying to participate.
So if this does end up being the last letter,
I just want you to know that I was in a bad place before I started high school
and you helped me.
Even if you didn't know what I was talking about
or know someone who's gone through it.
You made me not feel alone.
Because I know there are people who say all these things don't happen.
And there are people who forget what it's like to be sixteen when they turn seventeen.
And know these will all be stories someday
and our pictures will become old photographs
and we'll all become somebody's mom or dad.
But right now these moments are not stories.
This is happening.
I am here and I am looking at her
and she is so beautiful.
I can see it.
This one moment when you know you're not a sad story,
you are alive.
And you stand up and see the lights on buildings
and everything that makes you wonder,
when you were listening to that song
on that drive with the people you love most in this world.
And in this moment, I swear, we are infinite.
I don't know if I will have the time to write anymore letters
because I might be too busy trying to participate.
So if this does end up being the last letter,
I just want you to know that I was in a bad place before I started high school
and you helped me.
Even if you didn't know what I was talking about
or know someone who's gone through it.
You made me not feel alone.
Because I know there are people who say all these things don't happen.
And there are people who forget what it's like to be sixteen when they turn seventeen.
And know these will all be stories someday
and our pictures will become old photographs
and we'll all become somebody's mom or dad.
But right now these moments are not stories.
This is happening.
I am here and I am looking at her
and she is so beautiful.
I can see it.
This one moment when you know you're not a sad story,
you are alive.
And you stand up and see the lights on buildings
and everything that makes you wonder,
when you were listening to that song
on that drive with the people you love most in this world.
And in this moment, I swear, we are infinite.
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Oh Ms. Believer by twenty | one |
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Oh Ms.
Believer.
My pretty sleeper.
Your twisted mind is like snow on the road.
Your shaking shoulders prove that it's colder,
Inside your head, in the winter of death.
I will tell you, I love you.
But the muffs on your will cater your fears.
My nose and feet are running as we start,
To travel through snow.
Together we go. [2x]
We get colder,
As we grow older.
We will walk so much slower.
Oh Ms. Believer,
My pretty weeper.
Your twisted thoughts are like snow on the rooftops.
Please take my hand.
We're in foreign land,
As we travel through snow.
Together we go. [2x]
We get colder,
As we grow older.
We will walk so much slower.
My pretty sleeper.
Your twisted mind is like snow on the road.
Your shaking shoulders prove that it's colder,
Inside your head, in the winter of death.
I will tell you, I love you.
But the muffs on your will cater your fears.
My nose and feet are running as we start,
To travel through snow.
Together we go. [2x]
We get colder,
As we grow older.
We will walk so much slower.
Oh Ms. Believer,
My pretty weeper.
Your twisted thoughts are like snow on the rooftops.
Please take my hand.
We're in foreign land,
As we travel through snow.
Together we go. [2x]
We get colder,
As we grow older.
We will walk so much slower.
For
the first
time,
I'm scared
of what
my future
holds.
Everything will be changed.
Nothing will be the same again.
It's getting harder for me to be the person I liked so much.
It's getting harder to be the person everyone is used to seeing.
It's getting harder to find happiness like I used to.
It's getting easier to become distant.
It's getting easier to become cold.
It's getting easier to show what I've been hiding for so long.
Nothing is the same.
Everything has changed.
-Chloe Marie
Nothing will be the same again.
It's getting harder for me to be the person I liked so much.
It's getting harder to be the person everyone is used to seeing.
It's getting harder to find happiness like I used to.
It's getting easier to become distant.
It's getting easier to become cold.
It's getting easier to show what I've been hiding for so long.
Nothing is the same.
Everything has changed.
-Chloe Marie