That night I was crawling through the dirt Through the tears on my face and blood on my shirt
A poem in the eyes of a humble village girl who fell in love with a hero knowing full well that her feelings would remain unrequited and still choosing to love the hero regardless. A poem that brings ...
3am isn't a good time to be awake. But this is just a poem.
Castiel doesn't remember to give Dean personal space... but why does he stand so close to him?
Yup...stuck.....in ......a.....chair.!
Btw if you can not chat on here because of emails here are somethings you can use to message me if needed ^^
"So, what do you want to know?" I ask Laura, as we sit down, with our dinner, at a table in McDonald's.
Part 3! :)
This is put under clueless because this girl is no longer clueless- it was written for the daily prompt <3 Enjoy!
Have you ever thought that in a life full of moments, why do we only appreciate positive things? Is it that we do it involuntarily, or is it been taught to us from the start? now the question remains ...
First soccer practice and I feel doomed. My scheduled death day is here.
That night I was crawling through the dirt Through the tears on my face and blood on my shirt
A poem in the eyes of a humble village girl who fell in love with a hero knowing full well that her feelings would remain unrequited and still choosing to love the hero regardless. A poem that brings ...
3am isn't a good time to be awake. But this is just a poem.
Castiel doesn't remember to give Dean personal space... but why does he stand so close to him?
Yup...stuck.....in ......a.....chair.!
Btw if you can not chat on here because of emails here are somethings you can use to message me if needed ^^
"So, what do you want to know?" I ask Laura, as we sit down, with our dinner, at a table in McDonald's.
Part 3! :)
This is put under clueless because this girl is no longer clueless- it was written for the daily prompt <3 Enjoy!
Have you ever thought that in a life full of moments, why do we only appreciate positive things? Is it that we do it involuntarily, or is it been taught to us from the start? now the question remains ...
First soccer practice and I feel doomed. My scheduled death day is here.