A Letter HomeDear father,A Letter Home by luna-nightgoddess
I know this may seem hard to believe but something very strange happened to me the day that I went ‘missing’. I do not know how long it will take from my sudden disappearance for this to make it to you as it is going to be passed down from daughter to daughter starting with a dear friend of mine and her family. I regret, absolutely that we parted on such bad terms that day and the years that I have been living in this world have only deepened that regret for there is so much in my life that you have missed.
Enclosed in the trunk are letters and diary entries of my time here as well as some paintings of my new home and family. I do so hope that they will bring some comfort to your troubled mind. Tell Marie-Anne that I love her dearly and that I have enclosed some items for her (I hope they are still in good condition) and there is some gifts for you and my old friends also. Each gift is wrapped in cloth and labelled and I am certain that Marie will help you dist
OldAge is not what people see,Old by luna-nightgoddess
It is what we are to be.
Old is not a word of doom,
It is a passage of what we will be soon.
Old is just a word and phrase,
But to some it will only be a phase.
BooksSome books are for cooks,Books by luna-nightgoddess
Some are for fun,
Others are for brothers and sisters as one.
Some are very old,
But some are really new,
And some cant be seperated from me or from you.
Some books come in threes,
others in fives,
But most books help us to live our lives.
Some tell us stories,
Some tell us facts.
But most importantly of all is that it allways stays on track.
Some books are for cooks,
Some are for fun,
And others are just ment to be read one by one.
Bringing You back Depressed!Reader x EnglandBringing You back Depressed!Reader x England by ReikaInnocentKiller
Depressed!Reader x England
Warning! Emotion!!! ALOT OF EMOTION!!!!
I start to think there really is no cure for depression, that happiness is an ongoing battle, and I wonder if it isn't one I'll have to fight for as long as I live. I wonder if it's worth it.
1. Sever despondency and dejection, accompanied by feelings of hopelessness ad inadequacy
2. A condition of mental disturbance, typically lack of energy and difficutly in maintaining concentration or interest of life.
Synonyms: Distress, Hopeless, Misery, Melancholy
Antonyms: Is there even antonyms when your lost? When your in misery? Crumbling and shattering into pieces? Is there?
Tears fell from your eyes, dripping rapidly down to the bathroom floor. You held the pocket knife sturdy and cutted your skin, making blood trinkle down your arm. You bit your lip, baring the pain and tasting blood from your moist red lips. It tasted disgusting yet wonderful. The pain you felt, the pain your heart
England x Depressed!Reader - Never Alone You glance at the clock. 12:30 AM. Way past your bedtime. Looking back up at the ceiling, you sigh, another tear rolling down your cheek. Nothing had gone right today. You had a writer’s block, and when you did start writing, it wasn’t good enough. Then when you were sorting your photography, you found that you didn’t really have a ‘thing’ that you took photography of. Like, some people only took pictures of trees, or flowers, but you did everything. Like you were a wanna-be photographer. And you hated it. Nothing was special about the way you wrote or photographed.England x Depressed!Reader - Never Alone by Calexy
Then, you had spent part of the day with your best friend. Stupidly, though, she was too busy skyping her friends and having fun with them to notice your depressed state. After she left, you messaged one of your other best friends on facebook. They only told you that a family member of theirs died, and then said they had to go. So here you were, listening to the radio, and lying on your b
England x Depressed!Reader - You Could Love Me You sighed for the… you couldn’t even think of a number high enough. Sniffling, you rolled over on your bed for the whoknowshowmany time, clutching a pillow to your chest. Your tired, red, (e/c) eyes stared bleakly at the wall in front of them, having run out of tears long before. Your thoughts wandered back to the reason why you were in this horrible seemingly never ending mess.England x Depressed!Reader - You Could Love Me by Calexy
It all started with your lovesick depression. Yes, you were lovesick. You never had someone to cuddle with, someone to talk with, and someone to hold hands with, nope. The only person that you wanted to do those things with didn’t think of you that way.
And his name is Arthur Kirkland.
You and Arthur have been best friends since freshman year, and now you were both juniors. Or soon to be, anyways; it was summer at the moment.
Back to the reason why you are lying in bed
i want to become a great published writer and to have some of my poems recognised and people please dont thank me on my profile thank me by creating more awsome work kay|
Current Residence: out of reality
deviantWEAR sizing preference: any
Print preference: canvas
Favourite genre of music: all
Favourite photographer: kieron (my grandad)
Favourite style of art: abstract
MP3 player of choice: ipod nano
Shell of choice: abalone
Favourite cartoon character: sebastian michaelis
Personal Quote: darkness is allways followed closely by the light