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This is what they call 'Real Life'I’m stuck in traffic
and all the people have
places to be
and things to do
and i wonder
what it all means
what do you mean,
you don’t ponder the meaning of life
from the passenger’s seat
of your mom’s minivan
on the way
to the grocery store?
i can’t think of any better
place to do it
my existentialism is too big for my brain
and it spills out
through my fingers tracing circles
on the dashboard
and my feet tapping
to the beat of my heart
and the flashing of the turning signal
of the car in front of us
all these people
with things to do
things that will not matter
in a year
(maybe not by tomorrow)
our groceries can wait
because i want to make the most
of the years i have
the car is stopped
and i could get out and
wander away into those woods
or just keep driving
until i reach something
that matters more
than whatever i’m not doing here
this is the time
for swimming in public fountains
and getting kicked out of restaurante
The Dead of WinterThere is snow on the ground outside. This realization should not be as jarring as it is. It is winter, after all, the middle of January, and the snow should not come as a surprise to her. Still, it does, perhaps because of the way it creeps silently into hearts and minds, an ever present slow fall that somehow covers everything before one even realizes it has begun. It becomes apparent to her that she isn’t talking about snow anymore.
She misses him the most at times like this, grey days where coldness seeps like grief into her bones and the chill in the air makes her tired enough to think about the past. The snow buries everything, and all of a sudden the yard looks just like it did 20 years ago, and she can almost hear his voice in her ear, before she looks away and reminds herself that memories do nothing but hurt.
It is her own personal tragedy, this cold winter day. It is too loud, the silence roaring like thunder in her ears. It is too quiet. The stillness of the world outs
the loneliest eveningsometimes
you can't remember who you are
you wake up in the morning
in your fancy expensive bed
and you just feel lostlostlost
(who are you, again?)
after all, you've grown up
living a lie
(James Gatz became Jay Gatsby)
and didn't anyone ever teach you
the past always catches up with you
(you can run, but you can't hide)
Jay (Jacob) Gatsby (Gatz)
you've built up your perfect little fairytale
but happily-ever-after is for fairytales and storybooks
you built your house
out of cards and farflung dreams
and now it's falling down
collapsing in on itself (on you)
dreams disappear in a haze of heartbreak and death
there's only so long you can fight against reality
(in the end, you always lose)
so out of contextyou
were a disaster waiting to happen
a world about to fall
a star on the verge of exploding
(she's already married, remember?)
crackcrackcrack crystalline dreams
the dim darkness of your parties
hides the imperfections
where were you going with this?
(you can't even remember)
but even your bigbrassbands
can't cover up the fact
that nobody cares
(not about you)
a tragedy in the makingYou were a tragedy in the making
a tower crumbling
a supernova exploding
all blinding light and forever dreams
lost and buried
beneath the crushing weight of the here and now
The lights brighten the night
but they can't brighten your heart when she's not there
Because no matter how many parties you throw
no one will ever love you
(certainly not her)
and no matter how much you pretend
you will never be good enough
and promises made on shooting stars
are much harder to keep when it's light out
(you didn't really think she would choose you, did you?)
You are a plot twist
you are a character in this farcical life
you are used and thrown away
and you can deck her out in all the jewels you like
but at the end of the day, she will always return to him
You were convenient, darling
but that was it
She was never strong enough to make this choice
(you should have known that)
You are a plot device
the climax of this story
But all stories have to end sometime
(did you t
So Late So Soonthis has to be some sort of fairytale, right?
because getting the girl was always your goal
and now you have
and you'll live happily- ever- after, right?
because that's how these stories go, right?
and how does everything go so wrong so fast
how did it get so late so soon?
you should have had forever
(you won't even have tomorrow)
and this has to be some sort of tragedy, right?
All alone with the memoriesIt feels like a dream, sometimes
(and maybe that's because
you wish it was)
but surely things like this only happen in stories?
And you can't forget
no matter how far away you move
you hear his voice in your head
and her little childish laugh
and the rumbling purr of that big yellow car—
(nononono don't remember that)
It's done and they are gone
and all that is left is memories
(sometimes you wish you didn't even have them)
always, always (never, never)You always knew
he thought he was being clever,
but you always knew
(and after all, there are only so many trips to a gas station a person can make)
so you knew
but you stayed
you were scared
you don't know
and you could have chosen Gatsby
because he loveloveloves you
(and you like him, right?)
maybe maybe you don't maybe you did
maybe you never cared enough
when you don't make choices
life makes them for you
dead dead deadgone)
are you happy?
((nononono)) just sad
more doors close
a fork in the road disappears
(moving on, moving on)
and you don't leave
because you're scared because you have nothing left
because you never really could
a beautiful fool, in the end
(surely it's better this way?)
flying (falling)It’s like that feeling you get
when you’re way up high
and the little voice
in the back of your head says
the people look like ants from up here
and surely (surely, surely) this can’t be real?
and if you did
if you leaped and fell
head over heels down and down
(you could almost believe you were flying)
would he catch you?
(would he, would he?)
little lies sparkle shine bright
diamonds are pretty to look at
but you have to hide them
when your husband comes home
(oh yes, you’re married, remember?)
would he meet you at the bottom?
if you could trust him to that,
you’re sure you would float
all the way to the ground
(it’s strange how the falls only come
when he’s not there to catch you)
would you land on your feet
or would you break-shatter-die
all over the ground and what used to be
in little pieces
lies are the currency of the realm
you are rich and so is he
Thug!Levi x Reader - Afraid - [AU]
Thug!Levi x Reader - Afraid - [AU]
Warning: Brief sexual harassment
The city you lived it wasn't exactly a gated community like you'd hoped. Yes, your home was nice, but the area all around was nothing short of terrifying. Not that you couldn't hold your own if needed, but gunshots in the night didn't exactly rock you to sleep. Unfortunately, it was worse for you because you were smack dab in the middle of gang rivaled areas. Two gangs, The Scouts and The MP were always trying to kill each other, taking any means necessary to bring the other gang down. Most days this didn't matter on your drive to work, but when your car decided to crap out one night, that meant you had to walk to and from the grocery store you needed to desperately visit.
Groceries in hand, you walked down the dimly lot street, cell phone in hand as you texted your friend about your shitty car problem. If your stupid boss would have just given you that raise, you coul
England x Reader - Drunken Confession
If there was one thing you hated the most, it had to be people attempting to contact you when you were trying so desperately to sleep.
What time was it again? Gaze flickering to your nightstand where a digital clock rested, you exhaled a sigh once your eyes skimmed over the bright numbers.
You should be asleep by now, but no – instead, whoever controlled your fate decided to pull a jerk move and force you awake due to your phone going off.
At first, your phone only went off once, signaling that you’d received one text. Normally you ignored things like that, dismissing it as something you could reply to in the morning – however, one text turned into two, and before you knew it, your phone went off at least ten times within the time span of five minutes.
Someone was obviously needing to contact you, and with a groan,
Levi x Reader - The Notebook - [AU]
“I am nothing special, of this I am sure. I am a common man with common thoughts and I've led a common life. There are no monuments dedicated to me and my name will soon be forgotten, but I've loved another with all my heart and soul, and to me,
this has always been enough.”
"Mrs. (First)," the kind nurse called to you. "Mr. A is here! He's coming to read to you again."
Your eyes looked out at the large lake outside this place, feeling connected and compelled to go down there. The outside world was so lovely, it's a shame you were caged up like this. An old, frail hand rested against the window, eyes glazed with melancholy. You couldn't help but think you were forgetting something, but you simply dismissed this, knowing it'd return to you in time.
As you turned around, you saw an older man with dark gray hair enter your room, a notebook in hand. For an older man though, he still was damn good looking. Hell, he was just good
Designer!Levi x Model!Reader - Mannequin - [AU]
You were about to break down right them and there. The sassy gay assistant had made a comment about your unusual ass shape, needles were poking into your skin, and if this douchebag didn't stop being rude to you, you were going to scream. You thought being the prototype model for world renounced fashion designer Levi Ackerman would be an amazing, extravagant experience. Boy were you far off the mark. You began to shake your body in anger and fear, only to be stopped by another needle piercing your flesh.
"Ouch!! Could you please stop-"
"Shut the fuck up princess, I can't sew it into place if I don't use needles."
The well dressed ebony haired man continued to ignore your complains, layering fabric on top of the original prototype dress he had you slip on. Staying still like this really was a chore, at least when you did runway or photo shoots you got to move around. You were truly on your last nerve, and what assistant Jean Kirst
Levi x Reader - What Love Really Means
Levi found you, you where a whimpering 8 year old, about to die from starvation and blood loss. Levi was never one to really help strangers out, but his heart broke when he saw that little girl, shaking in fear for her life. Some store owners had stabbed you when you attempted to steal some food, causing your condition to even worsen. With a heavy sigh, the 24-year-old man patched you up with some spare rags, trying desperately to stop the bleeding. You still couldn't stop crying, despite the help you were receiving from the stranger.
"Oi, why are you still crying block head?"
The alley way was dark and dirty, and you were positive you were bleeding all over yesterday's rotten trash. The stench of filth and death invaded both sets of nostrils, making both of you a bit nauseous.
"I-I'm gonna die," you sobbed, tears running down your face.
"Tch, you're not gonna die idiot. Not while I'm around."
You choked on your cries
Thug!Levi x Reader - Karma - [AU]
If you do bad things, bad things happen to you. That's what we've all been told since we were just kids, right? If you treat someone badly, they'll treat you badly, or if you steal, you'll be stolen from. Levi figured all of his karma would catch up to him one day, he just didn't know when. He was a man of all sorts of vices, and lived like this because it was the only life he knew. Murder, drugs, theft, assault; this was the life he lived. He figured the time would come eventually when someone would find himself face down with pool pooled all around his body. You don't get far being a thug without making quite a few enemies after all.
Karma, doesn't always seem to happen in this world however.
When he first saw you, he didn't exactly know what he felt. There was physical attraction, enough to make him aroused in public actually, but there was something deeper hidden within him, ready to germ
Yandere!Levi x Reader - Pillow
Yandere!Levi x Reader
Warning: This is some fucked up shit man. Creepy and disturbing scenes are in this story. Read at your own risk.
Boots nearly dragged on the cold stone ground as the day had come to a close, and what a day it was. Cadets were whining and slacking on chores, Hanji wouldn't shut her mouth, Erwin was on his ass about paperwork, and Petra kept trying to make unwanted advances on him. He was at his limits, and all he wished to do was retire to his bed and find comfort. Paperwork had consumed his attention into the late hours of the night, silent scribbles and breathing the only sounds throughout the building. Things just weren't the same anymore, he didn't know if there would ever be such thing as a normal. No, normal was long gone, never to come back again. But, he did have the second best thing.
A strong grip was placed on a frigid door knob, only adding to the aggravation of the situation. Not that Levi particularly enjoyed scorch
Levi x Reader - Clumsy
When your eyes met, it felt like glaciers piercing your pupils, and you certainly felt a rush of adrenaline. This man, Captain Levi Ackerman, was possibly the most handsome man you'd ever seen in your 18 years here on earth. Although short in stature, he held himself in a tall, confident manner. With being so gravitated towards him though, there were some drawbacks. The main one being your clumsy ass could hardly put one foot in front of the other in his presance.
A few months after joining the Survey Corps, you noticed your favorite man walking outside in the opposite direction. Now seemed like a perfect time to make a certain captain's head turn. You tried to walk past Levi in a sexy, mysterious manor, but you ended up tripping over your own two feet, face flat on the ground.
"Dammit!" you cried out, spitting out the dirt that accumulated in your mouth.
Levi, detesting filth, was revolted by this s
Levi x Reader - Trip on Love
Trip on Love
Levi x Reader
A/N: Listen to the damn song it's cute. Trip on Love
After training hard for the entire day, you finally had some time together with that short 'friend' of yours. You didn't exactly know what you both were, but you had passionately kissed the man earlier and were now sitting on his lap. Obviously, there was chemistry and attraction between the two of you. Your friendship had grown into something more as of recently, something you couldn't be happier about. He liked you like this too, he often felt lonely in the confinement of his office. Hearing your sweet giggles was the perfect remedy to help him forget his woes. Although there was no physical interaction during the day, he would sometimes show you soft gazes or go easy on your mistakes. At night or in private though, he couldn't keep his hands off you, intoxicated by your beauty. He couldn't explain this feeling stirring i
RoyaltyOnce upon a time
there was a king
and a queen
but there was also
all icy white beauty
And then there was the princess
she was beautiful, too
(in her own way)
all warmth and sunshine and heart melting smiles
giggles and dizziness
And then there's the king
(that's you, boy)
and something unexpected happened
because never before
has a king
fallen for a princess
But when asked to choose between
(the snow queen)
(the flower princess)
the choice was simple
who wants a snowflake
when you can have a flower petal?
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