How Italy stayed Afloat as a Country by jaeheejjj, literature
Literature
How Italy stayed Afloat as a Country
To Journal,
Did I make the right choice allying with Italy? Never have I even payed attention to that weak man Feliciano before. I mean, is he even a man yet? Sometimes I regret ever having met him, he is dragging me down with him. I often wonder how he has survived as a country- being so weak. I'm sure he should have died the moment he became a country. How has he survived? And that is the question that I am constantly asking myself. I keep on telling myself that he must be hiding a secret, a secret on how to stay afloat, that information can be useful one day. ... That is what I tell myself to keep away the r
Beauty falls from her shoulders in a graceful sweep, swallowing the little girl of the past. How she has grown up! How she has left her mother’s side for simply love when she has more by my side! How can she forget? By one glance at a man she has forgotten me, the mother who raised her child.
I filled her days with glory, and now she sleeps by day and fucks by night. Her squeals of innocent pleasure replaced by moans of passion. How can she forget? How can she leave me when I cry? How can she leave me to wither and die? How can she bear to be happy when I rip the skin off my face and beg for her to return? How can she fo
Everything about me is ordinary, my hair, my clothes, my life, and I waited for the moment when I would bloom into something, but I was never a plant to bloom, and I understand now. I don’t need it anymore, the smiling looks from others, I don’t need anything anymore, because I don’t care. I don’t care if there is love or hate or war. It is not that I am sad or unstable like my parents said, I just don’t need it, I no longer thrive off of it.
I had a dream when I was a little girl, of a watch, the watch I have at home. I never used this watch before, or even looked at it much, but it is the only thing I love to
“I don’t think this is a good idea Cake.” “Sure it is Marshall, we have to make sure Gumball is jealous by the end of the night.” I look at Cake, and she looks as sure as she ever gets. We're at my place, talking about the girl I like. Talking about her being with someone who is not me. She’s supposed to be with me! She’s mine! I’ll-
“Marshall, I don’t like the idea of Gumball being with my girl Fionna, but have you seen her after he started going out with that caramel girl?” Cake said, interrupting my thoughts. “Why can’t Fionna
How Italy stayed Afloat as a Country by jaeheejjj, literature
Literature
How Italy stayed Afloat as a Country
To Journal,
Did I make the right choice allying with Italy? Never have I even payed attention to that weak man Feliciano before. I mean, is he even a man yet? Sometimes I regret ever having met him, he is dragging me down with him. I often wonder how he has survived as a country- being so weak. I'm sure he should have died the moment he became a country. How has he survived? And that is the question that I am constantly asking myself. I keep on telling myself that he must be hiding a secret, a secret on how to stay afloat, that information can be useful one day. ... That is what I tell myself to keep away the r
Beauty falls from her shoulders in a graceful sweep, swallowing the little girl of the past. How she has grown up! How she has left her mother’s side for simply love when she has more by my side! How can she forget? By one glance at a man she has forgotten me, the mother who raised her child.
I filled her days with glory, and now she sleeps by day and fucks by night. Her squeals of innocent pleasure replaced by moans of passion. How can she forget? How can she leave me when I cry? How can she leave me to wither and die? How can she bear to be happy when I rip the skin off my face and beg for her to return? How can she fo
Everything about me is ordinary, my hair, my clothes, my life, and I waited for the moment when I would bloom into something, but I was never a plant to bloom, and I understand now. I don’t need it anymore, the smiling looks from others, I don’t need anything anymore, because I don’t care. I don’t care if there is love or hate or war. It is not that I am sad or unstable like my parents said, I just don’t need it, I no longer thrive off of it.
I had a dream when I was a little girl, of a watch, the watch I have at home. I never used this watch before, or even looked at it much, but it is the only thing I love to
Lovino's Letter - GerIta by KibasDragonFlame12, literature
Literature
Lovino's Letter - GerIta
Dear Kraut, Macho Potato, Mr. Potato Head, Ludwig,
So, you and my stupid, little brother just celebrated your anniversary. What's it been now, almost a century or so? In human years that must be two years? Congratu-fuckin'-lations. Look, I'm not gonna pretend that I'm all happy frickin' rainbows and shit about this, alright? My brother is just as stupid as he seems, so it took me a while to believe that something might actually work out for him. Something like this anyway.
It kinda sucked for me in the beginning, you know. In fact, it still sucks for me. Its always, "Doitsu this. Ludwig that. Did you know that Ludi can fuckin' t