love
All you need is Love, and Love is all you need.
Choices: Shameless or Valiant, They Are Mine
Let me overthink with you. Let me merely exist with you. I want to be there during your nonchalance and effortless phase, just being able to be near you feels more real than being myself. Let me blend with you, performing the simple tasks just to spend time with you. Just let me exist with you, even if right now I'm not the one for you and you aren't the one for me... just let me breathe with you and enjoy having you around.
By Gerlinda Pierre ( @BoostandPoofs13)8 years ago in Humans
Jello Is My Hero
When I was in grade school I was asked to write a lot of essays like that. My hero. Who I look up to the most. Who inspires me. Etc. Etc. Etc. Well, I've never encountered someone that fits the title more perfectly than Jello. That's the special nickname I gave him a long time ago. Growing up, I never was known for having a lot of friends. I always had just one or two max that were special to me. And I never felt like I was special to them. It was always one sided. I've always dealt with health issues or just in general life problems. Neglect, abuse, self- harm, eating disorders, nightmares, etc. But what was to come was definitely unexpected.
By Kristina King8 years ago in Humans
Nathan's Story. Top Story - March 2019.
Nathan’s room was blue, but it isn’t anymore. We used to draw all over his walls—impossible triangles, strange faces, intricate patterns. We’d planned to cover the ceiling, too. We would sing Beatles songs and eat fruit and talk philosophy.
By Jessica O’Brien8 years ago in Humans
Eight Years Apart
Our story began eight years back when I was seven years old. I met him at a party and I was wearing a red blouse, short jeans, and braided hair. By that time I would only hangout with boys because I was confident and positive around them instead of girls. I would play any boy sport with them, and my favorite was football and it still is. When I was walking to go play football with the boys, I glanced at this boy for a second and caught him staring at me with such a delicate look in his eyes. He was wearing a blue shirt with black pants and his hair was smooth like if nothing could stop him from being so perfect. By that time, I felt something warm inside my heart and that feeling was love. I know that I was just seven years old, and that you can’t love someone such a young age, but for me I didn’t care. I wanted to be with him forever and ever. We would be laying in the grass talking about our future together. Talking about what we wanted to be when we grew up. My answer was I wanted to be a veterinarian to help animals. His answer was he wanted to be with me and protect me. I blushed so much and he told me my cheeks were getting red. We would be holding hands and looking at the dark blue sky. Millions and millions of stars looking at us with such beauty. At the time, everything was perfect. But everything changed...
By Liliana Moreno8 years ago in Humans
In Love with an Artist
For starters, pat yourself on the back for accepting the backpack that your artist-mate carries on his or her back. Even if at some point you both decide to go your separate ways or decide to troop it through life together, you are an incredible person for hopefully being supportive of the creative human you chose to be with. It is not easy but it can definitely be extraordinary.
By Samantha Mia8 years ago in Humans
Racism and My Love Life
Life is strange. That is the only way I can sum it up. It has been strange as far as I can recall. Things happen. I honestly get that. It’s just that things happen for no apparent reason and I cat figure out why and why we let them happen. I am not talking about scientific stuff like earthquakes, tornadoes and stuff like that. I am not talking about ghosts and paranormal stuff. No. I am talking about things that exist for no good reason and is never eliminated. I am talking about racism.
By Maurice Bernier8 years ago in Humans
5 Things That Happen when You're Dating Your Best Friend
It is the highest level of communication involving the emotional or even intuitive interaction. Words are often needless to reach an understanding. If you have a person you call the “best friend,” you should be happy and may not often think anything odd about dating him or her.
By Brooke Collits8 years ago in Humans
Lessons in Life and Love
Falling in love was always such a foreign concept to me. Having an absent father and probably a few daddy issues for a long time, I never really had or knew love from the male orientation. I would always gravitate towards men who simply weren’t right for me in mind and spirit or who, let’s face it, were complete scum bags. It took a lot of soul searching to realize I was making these mistakes. Yes, I was making the choice to date these types of men and let them into my life. It was a choice and it always was. At the time, I didn’t realize it and I kept asking myself the damming questions of life like, "Why me?? Why am I being treated like this?? What did I do to deserve this?? Why can’t I just fall in love, get married and have a happy family?" The truth is I did nothing to deserve it, but I did need some cold hard lessons to wake me up.
By Jessica Lake8 years ago in Humans
