You know; eventually people approache me to ask:
- "What is it like to not have friends? I mean, you're always alone in the corner. Do you even speak to someone?"
Well, for that people I'll tell my story.
I usually go for school alone. I don't go with friends or talking with them with my phone. I just go. Arriving at school, I say "Good Morning" for the people as I pass by them. Most of them don't reply. I go to my class and say "Good Morning" again. No replies.
Sitting in my chair, I put my notebook on the table and waste my time organizing my pen, my erase, my pencil and my book and notebook on the table. It's the only thin
- What? - Even in his ears, the word seemed stupid, because, in the end, he had heard, more clearly than he wanted, all that the nurse had said.
But the information simply didn't fit. His brain was trying his best to arrange the puzzle in other ways, trying to find another meaning to all of that, but, in the end, he couldn't escape the terrible reality. He opened, slowly, the door of the room where she was, watching her lying on the bed. She appeared to be sleeping. She wasn't sleeping? She had to be sleeping.
Her cheeks were still flushed with the effort to have her child. They child. Beads of sweat cov
Follow your dreams with pride.
Write, with them, the basis for the reality.
If the world changes you,
You can also change the world.
Do everything in your style,
According to your preferred flavor.
Be happy with who you are,
Always seek ways to be even more you.
While always striving for your dream,
Know that you are not alone,
There are several other, charting their own destiny.
Make your dream a new destination.
Create, use and abuse of your creativity.
Move the world with your happiness,
Share humanity,
Live the taste of freedom.
No matter how much you love someone,
Don't let that person decide for you.
Even if your parents disagree,
D
Our Night Together (Chris Liah) by PalomaGeovanna, literature
Literature
Our Night Together (Chris Liah)
Adjusting for, perhaps, the thousandth time my clothes, I rang the bell of his apartment. A few minutes later, the door in front of me opened and I was greeted by a pair of brown and gentle eyes. Recognizing me, the owner of that gaze step to one side and opened the door wider, inviting me to enter:
- Good night, Leah. - Chris, my boyfriend, greeted me.
- Good night, Chris. - A little embarrassed, I approached and stood on tiptoe to give him a quick kiss on the cheek before pulling away, blushing, into the apartment. Taken aback by my gesture, his expression was momentarily surprised, but he soon returned to his usual calm, laughing
For Someone Who I Love (Matthew Nannary) by PalomaGeovanna, literature
Literature
For Someone Who I Love (Matthew Nannary)
Folding her lab coat carefully, Nannary put the clothe on one arm and, with her backpack over her shoulder, she left the laboratory. The cold night air stroked her face and hair gently, and, as she walked to the car that awaited her in the quiet street, she closed her eyes, enjoying the feeling. Opening them again, she noted Matthew waiting for her outside of the vehicle. Matthew was her boyfriend had just over a year, and despite the busy lives that both led, the two of them always ended with some time to be together. And Matthew made sure to pick her up after work whenever possible.
With his sandy hair and his playful and free way of
You know; eventually people approache me to ask:
- "What is it like to not have friends? I mean, you're always alone in the corner. Do you even speak to someone?"
Well, for that people I'll tell my story.
I usually go for school alone. I don't go with friends or talking with them with my phone. I just go. Arriving at school, I say "Good Morning" for the people as I pass by them. Most of them don't reply. I go to my class and say "Good Morning" again. No replies.
Sitting in my chair, I put my notebook on the table and waste my time organizing my pen, my erase, my pencil and my book and notebook on the table. It's the only thin
- What? - Even in his ears, the word seemed stupid, because, in the end, he had heard, more clearly than he wanted, all that the nurse had said.
But the information simply didn't fit. His brain was trying his best to arrange the puzzle in other ways, trying to find another meaning to all of that, but, in the end, he couldn't escape the terrible reality. He opened, slowly, the door of the room where she was, watching her lying on the bed. She appeared to be sleeping. She wasn't sleeping? She had to be sleeping.
Her cheeks were still flushed with the effort to have her child. They child. Beads of sweat cov
Follow your dreams with pride.
Write, with them, the basis for the reality.
If the world changes you,
You can also change the world.
Do everything in your style,
According to your preferred flavor.
Be happy with who you are,
Always seek ways to be even more you.
While always striving for your dream,
Know that you are not alone,
There are several other, charting their own destiny.
Make your dream a new destination.
Create, use and abuse of your creativity.
Move the world with your happiness,
Share humanity,
Live the taste of freedom.
No matter how much you love someone,
Don't let that person decide for you.
Even if your parents disagree,
D
Our Night Together (Chris Liah) by PalomaGeovanna, literature
Literature
Our Night Together (Chris Liah)
Adjusting for, perhaps, the thousandth time my clothes, I rang the bell of his apartment. A few minutes later, the door in front of me opened and I was greeted by a pair of brown and gentle eyes. Recognizing me, the owner of that gaze step to one side and opened the door wider, inviting me to enter:
- Good night, Leah. - Chris, my boyfriend, greeted me.
- Good night, Chris. - A little embarrassed, I approached and stood on tiptoe to give him a quick kiss on the cheek before pulling away, blushing, into the apartment. Taken aback by my gesture, his expression was momentarily surprised, but he soon returned to his usual calm, laughing
For Someone Who I Love (Matthew Nannary) by PalomaGeovanna, literature
Literature
For Someone Who I Love (Matthew Nannary)
Folding her lab coat carefully, Nannary put the clothe on one arm and, with her backpack over her shoulder, she left the laboratory. The cold night air stroked her face and hair gently, and, as she walked to the car that awaited her in the quiet street, she closed her eyes, enjoying the feeling. Opening them again, she noted Matthew waiting for her outside of the vehicle. Matthew was her boyfriend had just over a year, and despite the busy lives that both led, the two of them always ended with some time to be together. And Matthew made sure to pick her up after work whenever possible.
With his sandy hair and his playful and free way of