& so the lion fell in love with the lamb.
Hi, I'm Lia. I depend on him and her a lot. I write stuff. That's about it.
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Jenna Marbles, Smosh, Shane Dawson, lasercorn, sohinki, ImprovEverywhere, Pewdiepie, AMAZINGPHIL, DANISNOTONFIRE.. Assassins Creed 1, 2 and 3, Bioshock, Sims. Tumblr, Facebook, Witty, Youtube. Pasta, icecream, canolis, salad. Pina Colada's, water, rootbeer, black coffee. The Breakfast Club, Ferris Bueler's Day Off, Hugo, The Lion King, Monsters Inc, Finding Nemo, Beetlejuice, The Emporer's New Groove, Pixar movies. The Glee Project, Law and Order SVU, Pokemon, Four Weddings, Say Yes To The Dress. Sweaters, Pea Coats, skinny jeans, jeggings, graphic t-shirts, band t-shirts. Uggs, moccasins, leather boots without the heel, Converse, Toms. Piano, Saxophone. Singing, Writing, sketching, acting, painting. The Hunger Games, Harry Potter, Divergent, The Mysterious Benident Society, The Secret Series, The Kane Series, Witch And Wizard series Percy Jackson, all books by Rick Riordan, The Bible. Ghost Town, nevershoutnever, One Direction, Fun. Ducks, dogs, cats, guinea pigs. June, Jackson, Kelsey, Cullen, Chris, Hayden, Sara, Gabby, Vanessa. Pacsun, Wet Seal, Old Navy, Macy's, Delia's, Glitter, American Eagle outfitters. Being alone, but getting help when you need it. Stars, triangles, circles. Bracelett's, watches, scarfs, bows, mustaches. Humour, someone who can make me laugh easily, gamers, brown hair, hazel eyes. Much more.
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RayWilliamJohnson. Sonic the Hedgehog, Superman (the video games). Instagram, Snapchat, Pinterest, Twitter. Asparagus, zucchini, sushi, buttercream frosting. Mountain Dew, Coke and Rum, warm milk, coffee with too much sugar. The Campaign, Juno, The Jungle Book. Keeping Up With The Kardashians, Jersey Shore, Paula Dean. Form fitting shirts, sweatpants that are straight at the bottom, ripped jeans, raincoats. Heels, rainboots, high heeled leather boots, Croc's, those shoes that have the toe molds. Oboe, percussion, flutes, trombones, english french horns (those little deceiving biaches). Singing in front of a lot of people, dancing, sculpting. The Pretty's series. Blood on the Dance Floor, Country, Rock, Emo, Punk, Christian, Matchbox 20. Cheetahs, lions, black panthers, geese. All of the Madeline's in my grade, plus people who think that they're better than everyone else. Cutie, Abercrombie and Fitch, Aeropostale. Being alone, and when you need help, nobody's there to help you. Squares, rhombus's. Headbands, hair clips, long socks. Bad breath, damp mood, light hair, being too serious. Much more.
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"What do you think?" Phil says. Dan looks up at the pale
boy, confusion knitting his eyebrows together.
"What do I think about what?" Phil's looking at the
ground, now, and Dan thinks he can see embarrassment and redness
falling across his face. Dan walks over to the other side of the
kitchen where Phil is standing and puts a finger under his chin,
lifting it up slightly so that Phil's eyes meet his own.
Sometimes Dan swears that Phil's eyes are the sky. But surely
they're more clear. And definetly the only thing that can relax
Dan.
"You're sad." It's a statement, and even though
Dan wants to agree with it more than anything, wants to tell Phil
that he's been dying to just... hold him, he keeps quiet. As
always.
"Mm." Dan says, and without glancing at the blue-eyed
boy, because he knows it will cause him more pain, he goes to his
room and shuts the door, leaving Phil alone in the kitchen.
Hey wittians! I was wondering if you'd like to check out my
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If you do, than please submit feedback on the comments! I'd
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A girl in my class writes quotes from herself all over her
notebook, binder, and even her suitcase.
Like this:
Life is hard but you need to hold onto what gives you hope.
-H. L. Just let that sink in.
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I I gathered the little stuff I had, which was
basically just the duffel bag that I had brought here. Before I
left the room, I took one last glance at Avi. He was still
sleeping in the bed that we had shared tonight, he was snoring
softly, and all I could think was, he’s perfect. But I
couldn’t keep looking, or else I would forget the reason
I’m leaving in the first place.
I walked over to the bed, and peered at him. I pecked his lips
softly, lightly so he wouldn’t wake up. They were soft and
silky and… I wish I could feel them more. But I
can’t. I sighed softly, kissing his forehead and brushing
his hair behind his ear before turning on my heel to leave. God,
I hope he finds the note I left for him.
I slung my duffel bag over my shoulder and…
borrowed… a few snacks from the kitchen. I hope Em
understands.
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I knocked on the door lightly at first, but then harder. I
couldn’t be scared. I’m stronger than her.
She opened the door, scratching her back and yawning, looking
sort of sick. Too early to get up, after a long night of drinking
and she probably has a hangover. Her eyes widen and eyebrows
furrow when she sees me.
“What the hell are you doing here?” she
said, obviously still in shock.
I look down at my sneakers. “I… I need to ask you
some things. And you’re the only person I can ask,” I
pause, looking back up at her. She doesn’t look like she is
particularly enthusiastic about the idea. “If you provide
me answers, then I’ll never bother you again. I
promise.”
She mumbles under her breathe and grudgingly lets me in.
“Fine, brat. But you have five minutes. I was…
busy.”
Yeah. Busy, sleeping.
We sat down in oppisite chairs in the living room that I’ve
seen my whole life but almost never sit in because it’s
always been scary down here. My room was sort of a safe spot,
though it’s not always safe. Nevertheless, I started
talking, knowing I only had a bit of time.
“Well, so, my dad. He said he went to New York City. And
he’s a Playwrite.” I said carefully.
He face scrunched up at the mention of her ex husband. “Why
do you want to hear about him?”
“I need to find him.”
With this statement, her expression and overally aura changed
from annoyance and confusion to anger. I shrunk back in my
seat.
“Why are you such an idiot, Kayden?! He didn’t just
leave me, he left you, he left you too! He doesn’t care
about you so give it up, idiot. I’m ashamed of having such
a dumb_ss related to me.”
Tears stung at the corner of my eyes. I tried to keep my voice
study. “He did care. He cared about me. Give me his name.
His full name.”
“Stop being such an idiot!” She snarled.
“No, I quite like being an idiot, thank you very much! Now
what. Is. My. Father’s. Name?!” I shouted, standing
up.
“Mark! Mark, okay? Mark Edwards. Go find him for all I
care. I hope he’s dead! I really do!” she shouted,
with some kind of crazy, twisted glee.
I shook my head, twisting the doornob, getting out of the place
that I’ll never go again.
A/N
HEY YOU GUYS! C:
I'm not totally done writing this story, so don't blame
me if I post chapters late or whatever, and tell me if you
don't want to be notified for this even tho you were notified
for Broken cos that's totally fine C:
yay first chapter! c:
i just downloaded steam on my laptop and basically i have no idea
how to work it so for now i'll just watch youtube c:
i'm going to band festival tomorrow so i wont be online
tomorrow, bros c:<3
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i'm fragile, see, i can't hear and do things that
cause stress like normal people can.
let me explain.
i already have a million things going against me and i
subconciously fight them each day.
but when you push me more;
i go over the edge.