People tend to like Summer over Winter
Because of the scorching hot weather
Perfect for swimming
And tanning the perfect golden bronze
And all the various flavors of ice cream
But me?
Well I like Winter better
Why you ask?
Well because of
The beautiful snowflakes that are different and perfect
In their own special way
And the pure white snow
Soft and untouched
And the skeleton trees that give off an eeri vibe
And the numbing weather that's perfect for cuddles and hot coco
I prefer Winter over Summer
Because of the beauty of it
Because of the purity of it
I love winter
Because it resembles us
Different and special in our own good way
Pure
Water stained pages of a journal
The smeared words faded
Each on slowly being burned
Along with everything else
Slowly turning to ashes
And blowing away in the wind
The smell of smoke lingered
Even after the fire took its last breath
Dying off
And know in the scorched shambles
Of that old desolate house
That once held so much life
All that is left
Is the ashes
Of the used to be journal
That housed those
water stained pages
Reach Out to Me: Male!Roxy(Roxis) x Reader by DementeDxACE, literature
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Reach Out to Me: Male!Roxy(Roxis) x Reader
Roxis Lalonde:
That's when somebody stumbles up onto the rail with you. You jolt in surprise, but remain balanced on the ledge. You look over to see a boy giving you a large smile. He wobbles in place, and you think he might be drunk.
His short, bleach blonde hair is styled in a neat part. A fringe sweeps across his face and swirls into a curl at his temple. His strangely colored eyes gaze at you lazily. They're a bright magenta.
You freeze as the boy lazily drapes an arm around your shoulder. You raise a brow skeptically.
When you try to shrug his arm off, he giggles and throws his other arm up.
His weight challenges your balance and yo
as obvious as neon signs by bonfirelights, literature
Literature
as obvious as neon signs
Last night I picked you up from a glass-littered street corner
and helped you wipe bile from your strands of flaxen hair.
You sang under your breath as you stumbled into the car.
I turned corners while streetlights shimmered in the drops on the windscreen
and you fell asleep trying to tell me that you used to know better than this.
It’s not that I mind
(I’d spend every night combing seedy cities if it meant keeping you safe)
but
your eyes haven’t smiled in a year now
and I wish that I knew what it would take to make you happy
because between cheap liquor, cold nights and bad lovers
I haven’t got a clue.
I want to believe people so badly when they say they won’t bite
that I contemplate climbing into their smiling jaws
thinking that it might be better to be split in two than left hanging.
But always, I draw my red hood and flit back into the forest
running in the shadows of pathways, never stepping into clearings
because I’ve spent my whole life in the wilderness
and I still can’t tell the wolves from the woodsmen.
Hello! I'm South Dakota! My human name is Harper (2nd most popular girl name in south dakota). Nation: South Dakota
Human Name: Harper Johnson
Eye Color: hazel
Hair Color: dark brown
Skin: pale
Human Age: 15
Birthday: November 2 (because that is when South Dakota became a state)
Favorite Color: black
Uniform: She normally wears a black long sleeved sweater and black slacks. She has black knee high boots. In the summer she will sometimes wear a tank top or short sleeves because the weather can get up to 90 degrees F (and higher).
Personality: She can be very hot headed and has a bit of a cold exterior.
Enemies: (to be added)
Population: 853,175
Human History: Harper was first claimed by France who then gave (sold) her to America as a part of the Louisiana Purchase. From then she had to live with America (which she was a bit reluctant about). (more to be added)
Higurashi, Diabolik Lovers, Hetalia, Madoka Magica, Adventure Time, Invader Zim
Favourite Bands / Musical Artists
Nightcore anything!!!, Marianas Trench, Panic! at the disco, Marina and the Diamonds, The Beatles, Vocaloid, Get Scared, Hollywood Undead, Sleeping with Sirens, Ghost Town, Falling in Reverse