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Half Heart - pt-brUm meio coração
Uma vida solitária
Um meio coração não sente nada
Não ama ninguem?
Talvez ele possa ser amado
Amado por alguém que complete
O meio coração
Um único coração
Um coração completo
Os dois corações
O mesmo sentimento em ambos
Um coração completo pode ser separado?
Eu sou um coração completo
Que não tem seu outro lado
A distância nos separa
Porque o mundo separa o que é tão dificil de juntar?
Um triste coração
Quer apenas uma coisa
Ficar para semrpre com seu lado
Ao seu lado
Minhas lágrimas caem
Mas ninguem pode vê-las
Você pode me ouvir?
Eu estou te chamando
Minhas batidas te alcançam?
Por favor, escute minha voz
Eu tenho apenas 3 palavras para dizer:
Eu Te Amo
Half HeartA half heart
A lonely life
A half heart can't feel anything
Can't love anyone?
Maybe it can be loved
Loved by one, who can complete
The half heart
A single heart
A complete heart
The two hearts
Can feel love
The same feel in both of them
Can a complete heart be separate?
Sadly it can...
I'm a complete heart
Who don't have my other side
The distance separate us
Why the world want to separate
What is so difficult to put Together?
A sad heart
Want only a thing
Stay forever with your side
On your side
My tear fall
But no one can see it
Can you hear?
I'm calling you
Can my beats reach you?
Please, listen to my voice
I have only 3 words to say:
I Love You
Um Amor que resiste ao FogoCerto dia, algumas crianças brincavam na casa de um amigo. Então um grupo menor decidiu fazer um brincadeira de mal gosto, algo como um teste de coragem ou algo assim. Resolveram pegar alguns de seus amigos e levá-los a um lugar que eles consideravam assustador.
As crianças que foram levadas não entenderam o sentido disso, algumas toparam, mas outras foram levadas à força.
No lugar marcado, as mais corajosas tentavam desbravar o lugar, enquanto os outros insistiam para sair. O lugar escolhido tinha uma estrutura muito frágil e era feito com muitos materiais inflamáveis, como madeira e alguns 'combustíveis' guardados.
O ambiente era interditado há muito tempo por poder incendiar muito facilmente e enquanto as crianças 'brincavam' lá, o lugar começou a pegar fogo.
Com medo e desesperadas, todas as crianças correm tentando achar a saída. Desnorteada, uma delas tenta se segura em um de seus amigos, na tentativa
Love that withstands the FlameOne day some children were playing at a friend's house. Then a smaller group decided to make a joke in bad taste, something like a test of courage or something, then decided to grab some friends and get them to a place they considered scary.
The children who were taken didn't understand the meaning of this, some stumbled, but others were abducted.
At the appointed place, the bravest tried clearing the place, while others insisted to leave. The place chosen was a very fragile structure and was done with many flammable materials such as wood and some 'fuel' saved.
The atmosphere was forbidden for a long time to be able to burn very easily and while the kids 'playing' there, the place burst into flames.
Scared and desperate, all children are at trying to find the exit. Bewildered, one tries to be safe in one of his friends in an attempt to escape, but he instinctively push the girl to try to save himself.
She wanders aimlessly enough, but ends up losing all of the group, being the only on
All for youI'm the one who roams in the night, silent and serene. Alone, the only thing I have is the beauty that shines through me, with its dim light and quiet. Even so far away from me, I try to achieve her at all costs, I admire the most and when I can't only contemplate her, because that isn't enough for me, I howl, the highest I can howl...but all my crying and anguish not reach her. Maybe it's better, because see her sad face, her sorrow would bring me more despair.
There are nights when I don't see her, everything around me becomes dark, my light is gone. I realize looks around me, all aimed at me? The silent whispers of the night talk to me. But who am I? I am the one that exists to protect you. But at the same time that they need your protection.
When my strength not keep me standing over, you go back to sky, its brightness immediately brings me back to life. Howl of happiness to you, all in dedication to you. But time devours me, and then I can't protect her in the same way I did befor
Tudo por voceEu sou aquele que vaga pela noite, silenciosa e serena. Sozinho, a única coisa que tenho é a beleza daquela que me ilumina, com sua luz fraca e calma. Mesmo tão distante de mim, tento alcança a todo custo, fico a admirando e quando não aguento mais apenas contemplá-la, pois isso não é o suficiente para mim, uivo, o mais alto que posso...uivo, mas todo meu choro e angustia não a alcançam. Talvez melhor assim, pois não vejo seu rosto triste, sua tristeza me traria mais desespero.
Há noites em que não a vejo, tudo ao meu redor se torna sombrio, minha luz se vai. Percebo olhares ao meu redor, todos voltados pra mim? Os sussurros silenciosos da noite falam de mim. Mas quem sou eu? Sou aquele que existe para proteger você. Mas ao mesmo tempo aquele que precisa da sua proteção.
Quando minhas forças não me mantêm mais em pé, você volta aos céus, seu brilho logo me devolve a vida. De fe
Snow "ver. pt-br"Era um dia como qualquer outro, eu voltava da escola. Quando estava chegando vi fumaça, muita fumaça. À medida que eu me aproximava a fumaça se intensificava, era difícil respirar. Quando finalmente chego labaredas consumiam tudo, minha casa estava em chamas, não via sinal de meus pais, uma multidão começou a se juntar em volta para ver o acontecido.
Eu chorava. As pessoas ao redor tinham rostos vazios, com preocupações falsas, um sentimentalismo imundo. Seus murmúrios e cochichos em meus ouvidos chegavam como risos. Riam de mim. Toda aquela situação me sufocava então eu corri.
Depois de muito correr eu cheguei a um pequeno beco onde me escondi. Encolhi-me em minhas pernas, não sabia o que pensar, não sabia o que fazer, não sabia de nada, a única coisa que eu sabia é que estava só. Sozinha num mundo onde ninguém se importa com ninguém, onde não existem sentimentos reais, e
Snow "english version"It was a day like any other, I came home from school. When I was coming I saw smoke, a lot of smoke. As I approached the smoke intensified, it was difficult to breathe. When I finally arrived, flames consumed everything, my house was on fire, I saw no sign of my parents, a crowd began to gather around to see what happened.
I cried. The people around were empty faces, with false concerns, sentimentality unclean. Their murmurs and whispers in my ear came as laughter. They laughed at me. That whole situation was suffocating me so I ran.
After I got very run I arrive at a small alley where I hid. I shrank back in my legs, didn't know what to think, didn't know what to do, knew nothing, the only thing I knew was that I was alone. Alone in a world where nobody cares about anyone, where there aren't real feelings, that's what I thought.
After a long time, sitting there I saw a figure approaching me, I couldn't tell if it was a boy or a girl, can't see it face covered. The silhouette approache
iMORTAL "ver. pt-br"Eu sou um imortal, mas um imortal vazio. O que busco? A morte nada mais. Como encontrá-la? Nunca a descobri. Apenas continuo na minha jornada, não sabendo onde ela terminará. Me matar? Já perdi as contas de quantas vezes cai em desesperos com tentativas falhas. Minha família? Não existe mais nenhum. Por que apenas eu? Por quê?
Minha aparência não muda desde minha juventude, por isso me mudo frequentemente para lugares onde não me conheçam, onde eu não exista. Trabalhos? Alguns, temporários, nunca fico em um lugar muito tempo.
Enquanto vagava solitário, talvez pensando em minha vida vazia, ouço uma voz:
-vejo que tem problemas, meu jovem.
Olho, era apenas uma velha vidente. Ignoro-a e resolvo continuar meu caminho.
-por que você quer morrer? ela insiste.
O que ela fala chama a atenção e sua pergunta ecoa dentro do meu vazio e se repete de maneira irritante. Resolvi, então, escutá-la
Thanksgiving Dinner:Hetalia Guys x Reader:
-Hetalia Guys x Reader Oneshot-
"PASS THE MASH POTATOES!"
"HAND ME A TURKEY LEG!"
"WHAT DOES A GUY HAVE TO DO TO GET SOME GOD DAMN GRAVY!"
Everyone sat at a very large table, gathering food, and laughing amongst themselves.
"VHERE ARE ZE BEERS AT?!"
"CAN I GET SOME SODA?!"
"WHERE'RE THE TOILETS AT?!"
Some people where left in the kitchen, cooking a bit more food for the large crowd. An angry Arthur stood outside the kitchen as a certain (Hair Color) stood in front of him, not allowing the blond to pass by.
"I just want to see how things are coming along!" He defended himself.
She shook her head lightly as a small laugh escaped her lips.
"Nu-uh. When you went to check on it earlier, you ended up burning our first turkey. Those shits are expensive, so unless your willing to pay for another, you're not going in there."
Arthur scowled her before heading back to his seat, which, unfortunately for him, was in between that
Cat!BTT X Reader - Transformed -Part 3
Cat! BTT X Reader
Part 3 of 4- Contest Prize for :iconanger-problems:
A week went by after the ‘accident’ and you had begun to worry now. Sure they could talk now…. But that was still….. weird. Garfield was a liar…. Talking cats were weird. Arthur would be back to check up on the 4 of you tomorrow, and hopefully he would have the reverse spell.
It was late now and you sat on your couch watching whatever program was on. One of the trio members would occasionally go “STOP! I like this movie.” Or “NO (NAME)! This show is great!”
You would just roll your (eye color) and wait until one of them playfully attacked the other and than would start channel surfing again.
“It’s getting late…. You should start to head bed chica. Its getting late.” Spain said and looked at you, green eyes looking into yours.
You glanced at the clock and saw it was past midnight. “Hmmm…..” You nodded and c
NordicsxAbused!Reader- Your SaviorsQuick note; I do not think child abuse is funny in any way or something to take lightly. It’s a serious and real issue.
You walked into your new kindergarten classroom, followed by your mom and dad, than stopped to look around. There were a bunch of kids sitting at the circular tables, all talking with each other. You were about to walk to the seat where you saw your name tag sitting at, but you were stopped by your father’s hand.
“Remember _________, if you misbehave or get in trouble, well...” he said, and made a fist with one of his hands while glaring at you. You gulped and nodded, knowing how seriously he took his threats. You than continued to walk to your place at a table, and took your seat while your parents left the room.
“Hello, I’m Mr. Yao. You must be __________,” someone said. You turned around to see your teacher, a tall man with black hair tied back in a ponytail, smiling at you.
“Hello,” you said,
Jack x Reader - A Night to Remember 1
Sneaking in through the nearest window I gently placed my feet on the wooden floors and quietly cursed to myself as the floor faintly creaked under my weight. Yes it was quiet, but to me every little breathe, creak, or even scuff echoed through the house like it was put on speaker phone for the whole world to hear. Of course that sounded the same to everyone who was doing something they knew they weren't suppose to be doing.
Nimbly climbing the stairs I smirked at how I made no sound before turning and making my way down the hall, scalpel in hand ready to slice someones throat open then feast on there insides. There were only two things standing in my way; a door made of oak, and a protective kitten named Twix. The door wasn't an issue since the lock wasn't set, but the second I creaked the door open the hiss of a kitten sounded from within the room. I wasn't a full monster, I had a heart for animals. Especially when it came to young ones, but
Grub!Karkat x Reader
…Karkat. Oh lord. I went to pick him up out of the basket by his cute wittle candy red grub body, only to have him bite the hell out of my finger. “HOLY SHIT OW GOD DAMN IT KARKAT WHAT THE FUCK WAS THAT FOR?!?!?!” I screeched, sucking on the bitten finger while glaring right back at the little grub. His pure red eyes were kind of alarming though. I was about to punish him when I heard him sniffle. I sighed, dropped my hand, and gently massaged his head, being wary of his horns. When he started to purr, I carefully picked him up and held him to my chest, like you would a baby. I thought he might bite again, but he didn’t; he just snuggled up to me, while looking me directly in the eye. “Sleepy my little guy?” He squeaked, and began nibbling on my shirt. I silently giggled, and made my way to our bedroom. I slipped him into the slime after giving him a quick reminder to not ingest that crap,
Cat!BTT X Reader - Transformed -Part 4 (FINAL!)
Cat! BTT X Reader
Part 4 of 4- Contest Prize for :iconanger-problems:
You glanced around, eyeing the men around you, distrusting eye’s making contact with theirs.
“ Full house.” Antonio eyed and placed his cars down.
“Ugh, Three of a kind….” Francis sighed.
“Hehe,” Gilbert moved his eyebrows up and down. “Four of a Kind…”
“Uh! No way!” Antonio cried and looked at the 4 Aces Gilbert placed on your dining room table.
“Looks like I von again!” Gilbert yelled happily.
“Not so fast mon ami, (Name) ‘as not yet put ‘er cards down and zhat smirk is saying somezhing.” Francis eyed you.
“As if she has somezhing zhat could beat zhing awesome me!” He said arrogantly.
“Oh really?” You began, arrogance taking over your voice, “Not even a Straight Flush?”
You placed your king, queen, jack, 10 and 9 of hearts down and smiled.
F.A.C.E x Reader: Kirkland Family Reunion Pt 1
If you have yet read the first 3 F.A.C.E series please do before reading this fic. Thank you
You ran as fast as you could through the halls of the abandoned building. You heard footsteps getting louder. The coldness of the air was getting to you as you looked for a way out. You spotted a door as you ran for it but something or rather someone blocked your way.
“Hello, Poppet.” You saw the strawberry haired Britain with his bright blue eyes swirled with pink. He looked so much taller then you remembered. You started backing up when you heard the laughter of the redish brown haired American as he was holding his nail filled bat over his shoulder. You smelt the scent of cigarette smoke as you turned to see the sloppy Frenchman standing with the hockey stick wielding Canadian. They all looked taller then you remembered.
“Nowhere to go now.” Matt told you as the four started walking towards you closing the gaps for you to run. The laughter sunk in as the four
EnglandxReader- Just My RoommateYou pulled your tattered (f/c) coat closer to you as you walked down the streets, lit only by lanterns. You were just wandering around aimlessly, not having anywhere else to go. Your parents had decided to kick you out and you didn’t have any friends since you had recently moved to this neighborhood. Your breath billowed out in clouds of steam and you rubbed your arms, this cold was not making your situation any better.
“Well, at least things can’t get any worse,” you muttered to yourself. Than you felt two people roughly put their hands on your shoulders. Me and my big mouth, you thought as they led you into a darkened alley. They turned you around and you saw to men in hoods, and a shadow was cast so you couldn’t make out their faces.
“Hand over your valuables and you don’t get hurt.” One of them growled, and you suppressed the urge to laugh. You had no valuables.
“I wish, but I don’t have anything. But if
Teacher!Austria x Student!Reader : SymphonyWARNING: Lime-ish. Honestly, I don't know what to classify this as, but there's a bit of sexual touching. :iconpervyfranceplz:
A perfectly polished, glossy piano sat, waiting eagerly for your touch.
You sighed softly, running your fingertips over it.
You couldn't bring yourself to admit it, but you had begun to lose interest in your piano playing.
Nights were spent slaving over dozens of complex, advanced musical notes, but despite all your efforts and attempts to peak your interest, you still could not keep that once fiery, burning passion for your music.
This’ll be my last lesson with Mr. Edelstein, you thought with a hint of remorse.
Said man entered the room, nodding as you quickly sat down and prepared your music.
“Good afternoon, (Y/N).” He sat down in his chair, adjacent to the piano.
You couldn’t help but ogle his perfection, and the calm, melodic accent made him all the more desirable.
You gulped, chasing these inappropriate thou
Meeting an Oni"Hey, Reimu...I'm going out a bit, want something?"
The ordinary magician picks her broom and waits the answer from the red-white miko.
"Yeah, you can bring me some donations"
"...sorry, but I can't 'borrow' it"
She flies away, leaving Reimu alone. A long sigh and a look at the sky, it's a nice day, warm and colorful, some faries and youkais are playing outside, but it doesn't affect Reimu, she just sigh again and close her eyes a bit.
A noise coming from outside.
"Oh, I fell asleep"
Another noise, even more loud than the last one, and it was coming from the place where the donation box is.
"I really hope a good donation this time"
The noise doesn't stop and start to become annoying, so the miko decided to check it.
When she reached the place she see a little oni, looks like she was playing with the bells while drink sake, the noise she does is very loud, breaking the calm and silence of the ambient.
"What are you doing here?" - Reimu asked
"Can't you tell? I'm praying"
a hospital bird with soot in her lungsshe slept through a car crash
that almost killed her,
through whitewhite walls
where her lover dies
nobody thought she'd make it
but she woke up a few months later
with flowers in her hair
and ash in her airway
trying to remember how to start all over
but forgetting to remember how to live.
fall slipped from her open eyes
and winter crawled in for a long hibernation
to her the clouds looked sick
and pale like they might
let everything inside them out,
but she opened up wide instead,
spilling blood where there was none to be spilled.
her heart slipped down the street
and with unsteady hands
she stitched in a bird and cut off its wings.
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