Untitled
You cannot wait for inspiration, you have got to go after it with a club- Jack London.
Thousands of free stories. Support your favorites when you're ready.
Showing stories tagged with #art Clear filter
You cannot wait for inspiration, you have got to go after it with a club- Jack London.
I finished my run. It was noon and I was now beyond tired and hungry. "Did you have fun?" Chris said walking up to me. Fun. What was he thinking.
For me sometimes things don't go out as planned..
I tinhk I'm dunrk.
You dont own all the problems in the world..
A simple hello could lead to a million things..
Love with your heart and not with your eyes !.
My favourite kind of pain is in my stomach, when my friends make me laugh too hard<3.
Thinking of the past and wishing you could change it... ~Me.
I would rather have no friends than fake friends!.
Summer time!. School is out. Time to get my party face on. :).
A rather nervous boy approached Sylvia, the fashion wiz. But he had no knowledge that she was a descriptive queen.... "Hey, I am going to audition, how do I look?" asked the boy.
Pop tarts!.
You can't be a person who forgiven people as you first learn how to forgive yourself.
A well spent day brings happy sleep ;- D. <3.
He came to me one night, explored my body, licked- sucked- swallowed and had his fill, when satisfied he left, I was hurt. Damn mosquito!.
When you have a bad day. Taken one down. Sing a sad song just to turn it around. You say you don't know. Tell me about life. You work up a smile and you go for a mile..
Brick wall, waterfall. Girl you think you have it all. You don't, I do. So BOOM with that attitude. Reeses pieces. Seven up. You mess with ME. I'll mess you up!.
Today my class went on a trip. To the Aquarium is where we went. In groups we split and off we went to where my troubles began. The sea lions we saw first. In the front where we arrived.
One exam gone 9 to go :D Please let rich or frost come up !!!!!.
Never get too attached to anyone because attachments leads to expectations and expectations leads to disappointments..
I did not weep when my father died. The pain and heartache,held inside. There were no teardrops from my eyes. but my soul was screaming to the skies.
This piece isn't mine, a friend wrote it for me, and i thought it would be a good idea to share it with you guys. He said he tried to re-write James blunts' your beautiful..
When an apology is accepted, it is like the problem was never there....