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Ƭʀɪssᴄᴀʀ ✧ ᵞᵒᵘ'ʳᵉ ᵇᵉᵃᵘᵗᶤᶠᵘˡ ᵇᵘᵗ ᶜᵃᵘᶳᵉ ᵐᵉ ᵖᵃᶤᶰ ᵞᵒᵘ ᵖˡᵃʸᵉᵈ ᵐʸ ʰᵉᵃʳᵗ ˡᶤᵏᵉ ᶤᵗ'ᶳ ᵃ ᵍᵃᵐᵉ wrote: "Thanks Rai. Seriously. <3"
:D
:D
Ƭʀɪssᴄᴀʀ ✧ ᵞᵒᵘ'ʳᵉ ᵇᵉᵃᵘᵗᶤᶠᵘˡ ᵇᵘᵗ ᶜᵃᵘᶳᵉ ᵐᵉ ᵖᵃᶤᶰ ᵞᵒᵘ ᵖˡᵃʸᵉᵈ ᵐʸ ʰᵉᵃʳᵗ ˡᶤᵏᵉ ᶤᵗ'ᶳ ᵃ ᵍᵃᵐᵉ wrote: "I'm gonna try writing about Max. Lets see how that goes?"
oooo <3
oooo <3

Do I regret it?
Nope. Nopity nope nopeah!
Ƭʀɪssᴄᴀʀ ✧ ᵞᵒᵘ'ʳᵉ ᵇᵉᵃᵘᵗᶤᶠᵘˡ ᵇᵘᵗ ᶜᵃᵘᶳᵉ ᵐᵉ ᵖᵃᶤᶰ ᵞᵒᵘ ᵖˡᵃʸᵉᵈ ᵐʸ ʰᵉᵃʳᵗ ˡᶤᵏᵉ ᶤᵗ'ᶳ ᵃ ᵍᵃᵐᵉ wrote: "I posted a gif raising two middle fingers in that girls journal.
Do I regret it?
Nope. Nopity nope nopeah!"
xDDDD *claps*
Do I regret it?
Nope. Nopity nope nopeah!"
xDDDD *claps*
i was laughing so hard at the gif tbh
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-adonis ❰Stitched you up, put you together With cotton and feather Gave you love, put my heart inside you Oh what could I do When you started talking
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use superior strength or influence to intimidate (someone), typically to force him or her to do what one wants.

The student body, and teachers huddled on one side of the cafeteria. The principal was with them and everything was silent. Stella, a newly switched student stood across from them holding a dangerous weapon in both hands. Everyone trembled scared that she would fire them both.
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I stood there, not scared but upset. Distraught. And fine a little bit of fear. But mostly I was angry. Pissed rather. And the more seconds passed, the angrier I got. So since I was in the front row of the crowd I was more than capable of walking up to Stella. She pointed the kife at me and I cocked an eyebrow.
"Do it. I dare you. You'll be saving me the trouble anyways" I told her simply.
She didn't say anything and I kept walking towards her. Soon enough, she and I were only a couple of inches apart. And than she did something unexpected to most of the audience. The knife was turned around towards herself and she turned to look at me. There were tears evident in her big hazel eyes.
"Get away. You don't need blood on you" Stella whispered her voice quiet.
And that it. That was the final stray. I couldn't take it anymore. I slapped her. Not hard, or painfully. It was a simple slap and than I grabbed her hand with the knife. I forced it to point towards me, my hand never letting go. It stayed on right and I think that crazy look entered my eyes. She and everyone else in the room stared.
"No Stell. I'd rather die and suffer down there than live and suffer on Earth. I don't think I'd be able to survive anyways okay? And theres only one knife. So I'd rather let that blade stab me and kill me than even taste your blood. And I know that you're going to stab someone. Thats what I love about you. That determination, the stubbornness, the presidency. I know you might kill yourself later, but I don't wanna be alive for that. I don't wanna go back to suffering the way I used to when Ivan died. I don't want to cry myself to sleep every night or spend fifteen minuets in the bathroom t ever period crying. I don't wanna go through that hell. I'd rather suffer the hell down there." I said pointing towards the floor. "So well. Stab me. Lets get it over with." I added in.
I don't think I was afraid of death. I was more afraid of losing her. A couple moments later and than the the knife fell with a thud. Stella fell to her knees and sobbed. I followed her soon enough, with my knees buckling down and held her. She cried into my blue t-shirt and I just hugged her and said nothing of it. She could cry for as long as she needed to. It didn't matter to me. But it mattered to the principal. In a matter of minuets she came over and pulled Stella away by the hair. Many of the teachers followed as well, and I was left with the kids. A teacher that had bothered to actually stay behind forced the kids to eat lunch of whatever. I didn't really care. All I knew was that I was collapsed on the floor. But then I felt a hand grab me and pull me away. Looking up I stared. I didn't expect him of all people to be concerning with me. Eventually he stopped and looked down at me.
"What the hell?!"
"What Max?" I asked sighing.
"What was all that crap just now? What if you'd died? What would you have done if you really died have that blood pouring out of you. Why weren't you scared? What was I going to do if you had died?" he yelled at me.
I stared at him for a while. His glasses were darkened as always, and his blonde hair grazed his forehead and his brown eyes actually showing concern. And anger. His lips were brought down into a frown while his cheeks remained as white and fair as ever.
"I'm more afraid of losing her. And if I died well Id hope for the best. And besides -"
All of a sudden I was wrapped in his warmth and I could fell drops of wet tears on me.
"Don't do that again. Don't scare me like that. God I don't know what I'd done if you'd - if you'd died"
I wrapped my arms around him and muffled my cries by pressing into his body. He could probably feel my wet tears through the t-shirt but hell. Seconds passed and than I'm pretty sure ten minuets passed. His chin was on my head and I gently closed my eyes. I didn't really move from my position, I didn't want to. I just stood there, three feet shorter than him, and silently cried into his shirt.
"Why do you even care?" I asked my voice muffled and cracking.
For a while I didn't hear anything. It was complete silence and I wasn't sure if he'd heard me. But than I recognized the sound of his voice before actually registering his words.
"I have no idea. All I know is that I want you to always be safe. And I know that you're...different. You just give me this feeling and I just..." he trailed off.
I let out a soft semi-chuckle. "You're so messed up. Nothing special about me.
But I still smiled. Couldn't really help it myself. I could feel him shaking his head at me, and I'm pretty sure he said something on how I was special. Eventually though, I let go of him and wiped away my tears. Gingerly smiling, I turned and began to walk away.
Turning my head I added in "But you still suck" and as I walked away I could feel his smile growing.
*crying* THAT WAS BEAUTIFUL!
So romantic and sad and ahh.
So romantic and sad and ahh.
Please write more I'll buy all your books.
I'm a sucker for romance and melancholic stories but oh my goodness yessssssssssssssss
Ƭʀɪssᴄᴀʀ ✧ ᵞᵒᵘ'ʳᵉ ᵇᵉᵃᵘᵗᶤᶠᵘˡ ᵇᵘᵗ ᶜᵃᵘᶳᵉ ᵐᵉ ᵖᵃᶤᶰ ᵞᵒᵘ ᵖˡᵃʸᵉᵈ ᵐʸ ʰᵉᵃʳᵗ ˡᶤᵏᵉ ᶤᵗ'ᶳ ᵃ ᵍᵃᵐᵉ wrote: "lol Allie. I mean it was just meh. I wrote it a couple months ago."
Noooooo I love it. A LOT.
I DEMAND A SEQUEL AND A MOVIE.
Noooooo I love it. A LOT.
I DEMAND A SEQUEL AND A MOVIE.
NO. I WANTTTT MOREEEE *cries*

No. I barely know about you and max. It was just so amazing. Oh the feels.
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-adonis ❰Stitched you up, put you together With cotton and feather Gave you love, put my heart inside you Oh what could I do When you started talking
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Rule number 1, is that you gotta have fun
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-adonis ❰Stitched you up, put you together With cotton and feather Gave you love, put my heart inside you Oh what could I do When you started talking
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So le-le-let me tell you
This is how to be a heart breaker
Boys they like a little danger
we'll get them falling for a stranger
player
saying I'love you
This is how to be a heart breaker
Boys they like a little danger
we'll get them falling for a stranger
player
saying I'love you
At least I think I do
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-adonis ❰Stitched you up, put you together With cotton and feather Gave you love, put my heart inside you Oh what could I do When you started talking
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But never on your sleeve, unless you wanna taste defeat
Rule number four, gotta be looking pure
Kiss him goodbye at the door and leave him wanting more-more
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