A Germans Guide to RomanceGermany sighed and leaned back in his chair. He was wondering why he bothered talking about this at all with Austria and Prussia. Ever since he had stopped speaking, the two of them had been giving him very amused looks.A Germans Guide to Romance by inkstaineddove
Roderich rose up, the expression on his face clearly showed that he was holding back laughter. "I can't believe how dense you are. Gilbert must finally be rubbing off on you." He began putting his coat on. The Austrian couldn't hold back a snort from escaping. "If you honestly don't know what Italy means by all this still, there is no hope for you. I'll be heading home now." With a flip of his hand, the be speckled nation left the home.
"Does he not remember that's been free loading off us since the eighties?" Ludwig muttered before sighing. He wasn't sure if he was happy or sad that Roderich had left. His brother couldn't be of much help, though the younger nation believed the other to be some sort of womanizing, sex god. That had to count for something mo
humid libertyskip the showers and lethumid liberty by inkstaineddove
the flowers bloom instead.
we become the choir of
the King's speech,
running out of sweltering rooms.
Free at last,
yet we're too young
to claim its permanence.
The Invisible GirlI am a simple trick of smoke and mirrors. No one has ever truly known who I am. I am a chameleon, changing my colors t fit my background at the current time. The only things I know about myself is I'm stubborn, shrimp makes me sick, and I'm too driven sometimes that I forget to look around me, take everything in this moment because hey. You only got four, going on three, years of permanent residence in this town, why not try to remember?The Invisible Girl by inkstaineddove
I can remember pointless facts, but I don't want to remember people. Those closest to you only leave your burned in the end. What's the point of opening up only to stitch the wound up later on? I'd much rather be the woman with a million faces, putting on a different mask for each social situation. It's easier this way, rocking the boat less that is always about to capsize. I will not capsize the boat.
A boy once told me I'm perfect and I laughed. He thought I was doing what the majority do, playing it coy just to hear him repeat it. Honest
the snake was created in your imageyou are poison incarnate,the snake was created in your image by inkstaineddove
serpentine in your ways,
hissing out broken promises.
slither into some unsuspecting heart.
leave - for that is all
all you are capable of.
i remember tales of
the princess and her frog-prince.
how he changed with a kiss.
with a kiss, you turn from
dashing prince, chivalrous and
to croaking frog, dragging
the princess d
to the bottom of the lake.
on a summer night
time has now erased,
i whispered to you
who knew your legacy
would become a harem
of girls crying out:
Arguments Against Illegal ImmigrationLISTED BELOW are several of the arguments that have been used by misguided people to try and justify illegal immigration. Next to each is the reason why that argument has no merit.Arguments Against Illegal Immigration by Xekowarrior123
1) They are an economic necessity. - Not true. The idea that a bunch of desperately poor, uneducated, unskilled, non-English speaking foreigners are an economic necessity is ludicrous. In fact, when you compare cost vs. benefit, it is obvious that they are not only NOT a necessity, they are not even an asset. Rather, they are a liability and a huge one at that.
2) They do work Americans won't do. - Not true. They do work Americans won't do for $2 an hour (especially if Americans can collect welfare and unemployment instead). Of course, if you got rid of the illegals, the jobs wouldn't pay $2 an hour. The people who wanted the work done would have to pay a wage that was attractive enough to get Americans to do the work. And it might even be enough to get Americans off the unemployment and welfar
atlantisthere are vestiges of youatlantis by xXI-Feel-InfiniteXx
haunting the quiet thronerooms
of my palisade chest. you ghost
through stone-pillar ribs and
phase past decrepit murals, i painted
my insides with hieroglyphs that
all mean missing you.
chandelier jellyfish swim, trailing
memories of our hands tangled in
ivory moonbeams, of our hands
ten fingers away from forever, our
hands on opposite sides of the table,
you told me i couldn't hold the fragile
pieces of you anymore as if i was the one
who broke you.
your name means to defend and here
you are crumbling and you couldn't
shield me from your shortcomings
and i have kept fragments of you in
this ruined chest as if it will make a
difference, as if i can put you back together
but i am watching you tear yourself asunder
on distant shores; we sit with our hands
apart, we are ten fingers away from farewell.
there are remnants of your past
floating between my lungs where
birds mourn and whales sing and
your silent confessions, your unspoken
i love yous echo in my heartb
A Sweet Song [Poland x Lithuania]A steady beep from the nearby machine was the only sound in the room. Toris did not count the soft whistling of the wind; did not count the tapping of a small tree branch against the open window; did not count the horrible, horrible breathing of his husband; did not count his own muffled tears.A Sweet Song [Poland x Lithuania] by Miistical
The doctor - the sweet, sweet Doctor Braginskaya - had told them from the very beginning that this could happen. That Feliks had a special kind of cancer - the word pancreatic bounced against Toris' mind, taunting him - and that it had the lowest survival rate.
But they, together and so foolishly, believed that Feliks would be just fine. That he was "too fabulous" to die was what Feliks had said, but Toris knew it was because he had the biggest heart and strongest will.
If anyone had told him three years ago that Feliks would succumb like anyone else Toris would have gone ridged, called you a liar, and brush off the paranoia with the next doctor's appointment. Each one ha
|Based on a true story|
|A little bit angry, a little bit scared|
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