"... Seguíamos hablando, los dos parados frente a la escuela con las mochilas atestadas de libros en los hombros, tú con el uniforme de los chicos, yo con mi jumper rosa por estar en primer año apenas..."
ElenaNo necesitaba mucho, bastaría con una soga y un poste alto, o ¿Por qué no? Alguna clase de veneno que pudiera mezclar en una bebida, también estaban las pastillas para dormir del botiquín, hasta podría intercambiar su casa por una noche con una familia que tuviera una estufa de leña y una vivienda mal ventilada.Elena by Oreon-Menta-Chan
Había muchas formas de morir, eso lo sabía. Podía incluso rentar una habitación de hotel con una tina y de manera dramática (y sucia) cortarse las venas. Aunque prefería una arteria, sin duda era más rápido y sería casi imposible que alguien la encontrara a tiempo.
El problema para ella no eran las herramientas o el procedimiento, eso podía imaginárselo. Le gustaría algo elegante: una copa de vino con unas gotas de veneno, una última copa brillante color grana, un vestido bonito, el cabello arreglado, música tranquila y un par de lab
Skin.I love the way life leaves its mark on our bodies.Skin. by Kezzi-Rose
Every laugh and smile etched in the crinkles around your eyes and mouth;
Those tan-lines the time you forgot about sunscreen
Because you were so hell-bent on reaching that mountain peak
Or when you just became lost in the gentle lap of waves at the shore;
The scars you got skateboarding in the park at summer dusk
Or when life became pain and it was your only release.
Our bodies are a record of our memories and experiences
They are our travel journals and emotional diaries
Our delicate armour to the elements.
And no matter its colour, its stature, if it's not quite intact
If you sometimes think it takes up too much space, or if it has pointy corners
Your body is the vessel for your soul, and every wonderful facet of who you are
Sparkles from the surface of your skin.
Skin that may grow to be wrinkled, tanned, scarred, well lived-in
Although not always embraced by you the way that others embrace it.
Take the time to explore the s
Don't Forget Me, I Beg.I would like to be "someone else" right now.Don't Forget Me, I Beg. by pamelahoward2009
I gave you up a few months ago, after what was it, a year of engagement, and a lifetime of finding eachother?
That's really corny, but you know how we were. Those conversations we read over and over again, lovey-dovey notes in class that meant everything to us.
I still keep those you know, plus the beautiful ring yuo gave me. Of course it was plastic, but I had my whole future to look forward to in there. With you.
Why do I wish I was "someone else"?
Because I made a mistake.
I gave up the life everyone wants.
I gave up on you.
My reasoning? It's unimportant now, stupid, the thought was nice, but so stupid.
My reasoning was that I thought I wouldn't be able to give you the things you needed in the future.
Like the pleasure I could not give you, every girl has needs.
Or the ears that could only sit and listen, to a crying face that I could not help.
So many things I thought I wouldn't be able to give you, that you would leave me, t