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You are all I want and need
You, who will hold my hand…and my bag, because its too heavy for me, or I’m lazy, or because you want to.
You, who will always tickles me and tease me - and doesn’t mind when I smack you!
You, who always cares, and during fights, if I don’t answer my phone or skype, will immediately check my tumblr <3 xD
You, who is usually OCD about crumbs on your bed, still lets me eat on it….and spread alllll my little crumbs :3
You, who will rub my feet when its cold and chafed, who doesn’t mind stopping in the middle of the road to rub warmth back into them - even if they’re dirty with mud x3 Because I’m stupid enough to wear flip flops in the rain
You, who will always make sure to let me eat when I want and asks me if I’m okay
You, who will walk me to the train station, even if its a long walk, even by the time you walk home - its super dark and a little dangerous
You, who lets me play your games - and watch me fail horribly, who will always help me through the hard parts and laugh when I die (which is all the time ._.)
You, who always comes into uni to meet me - even if you didn’t get a wink of sleep the night before, because I wanted to see you
You, who is super competitive and always wants to give me the best - when all I really want is a little flower, a hug and a kiss on the nose :3
You, who has waited years to see me, to hug me and to kiss me
You, who I love the most, will love the most and will always love the most <3
I love you
You, who will hold my hand…and my bag, because its too heavy for me, or I’m lazy, or because you want to.
You, who will always tickles me and tease me - and doesn’t mind when I smack you!
You, who always cares, and during fights, if I don’t answer my phone or skype, will immediately check my tumblr <3 xD
You, who is usually OCD about crumbs on your bed, still lets me eat on it….and spread alllll my little crumbs :3
You, who will rub my feet when its cold and chafed, who doesn’t mind stopping in the middle of the road to rub warmth back into them - even if they’re dirty with mud x3 Because I’m stupid enough to wear flip flops in the rain
You, who will always make sure to let me eat when I want and asks me if I’m okay
You, who will walk me to the train station, even if its a long walk, even by the time you walk home - its super dark and a little dangerous
You, who lets me play your games - and watch me fail horribly, who will always help me through the hard parts and laugh when I die (which is all the time ._.)
You, who always comes into uni to meet me - even if you didn’t get a wink of sleep the night before, because I wanted to see you
You, who is super competitive and always wants to give me the best - when all I really want is a little flower, a hug and a kiss on the nose :3
You, who has waited years to see me, to hug me and to kiss me
You, who I love the most, will love the most and will always love the most <3
I love you
Literature
Heroshipping...
Pokemon fan fiction short
Heroshipping
Skit
“Who the hell is this kid?” Ray asked as a general question, starring down at the red headed boy in front of him who glared back with emerald green eyes.
“Why don’t you try asking me what my name is?” He demanded.
“Oi! They make them so feisty now a days.” John commented to one in particular, “Especially the short ones.”
“I thought we were supposed to be meeting someone who belongs to a shipping that the author just found out about.” Cody said, “It can’t be this kid, can it?”
“Colosseumshipping is the only
Literature
Despierta
Despierta, Mantic. Wake up. La salsa de mamá casi está lista. Despierta. Despierta. Despierta. Exclamaba Edda durante el tercer alineamiento astral que se propiciaba en nuestra contaminada galaxia. Han pasado ya 66 días, desde que aquella irresoluta muchacha de los labios rosas y mejillas blancas me dejara y se fuera de mi vida con argumentos tan triviales como 'Ya no quiero estar contigo'. Continué con lo mío mientras el estofado hervía y Edda extraía una carta de tarot más, colocándolas una por una boca abajo en la superficie del chifonier donde no estuviese maltratado. Sal&iacu
Literature
Thumbtack
This is a broken world.
The thought cannot be broken.
There will be no enjambment,
no:
"This is a
broken world."
It doesn't work that way.
The thought is whole.
There can be no splicing to
make it go down easier.
It shouldn't go down easy;
it should be a thumbtack in your throat
screaming out its presence.
Don't forget to swallow.
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