shades of red

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julietta julixtta poetry romance selectivemutism

when you have too many thorns, all you can do is paint them in red, because, maybe then, they will look like petals

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julietta julixtta poetry romance selectivemutism

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Pain can be felt in an infinite number of forms. It is felt when it is inflicted on you but sometimes you also feel it when you inflict it on others. All the colors of the rainbow bleed through the paper and cross the lines of the coloring book. He crossed the lines I drew again and again. I worked hard to breathe life into my days and fill them with color until he came in splattering paint everywhere. I don't know what to do. I don't want to hurt him because in doing so, I not only hurt myself but I feel a part of my soul leaving my body. And I blame him. I stand in the center of the page and watch the colors bleed through. I see his footsteps in red, orange, yellow . . . I watched the pages rip as I let my life fall apart. All because of him. Credit to @iampillowbunny707 for this synopsis.

roses & thorns [vegaspete] by miluzdelasestrellas

you can't have a rose without a thorn. You can take it as you can't have something beautiful, and loving, without a bit of pain and rough patches. Yes, it's a beautiful thing in the end, but what did you go through to get there? A miluzdelaestrellas original [completed] (credits to the owner of the fanart in the cover/ I do not own it, but I designed it myself)

I can be blue, I can be red or I can be pink. Pick your favorite color, or your favorite me. I'll bring it to you, which ever you want to pick. I'll be here even if it rains, or even when the sun is out, even in the dark. 12/08/2023

Terrible Writing Advice // Wattpad Anime "critique" by Pita_the_Bread

Here you'll learn how to become a master of the art of writing fanfiction. These tutorials are 100% approved by the Herd mentality that poisons this platform. Rest assured! I guarantee you'll become one of the most esteemed writers around here, with ideas never seen before...well... except the other few hundreds that do the same stuff. BOTTOM LINE! Follow this guide and you too can become the most bland and unoriginal guy on Wattpad. You're welcome! Disclaimer:SARCASM in pula mea! Do not take this seriously! And yes, I'm making a parody after a channel of the same name on YouTube.

It all started with roses . COMPLETED *

I Heart U ( male reader x psychotic furry girl ) by Mrpulsar13

🌹 We all know what's it like to be alone but sometimes it's better that way and if you happen to find the right one? Be careful because you don't know who you'll end up with. Sometimes it's better to be safe than sorry with your new L🩸ver. 🥀 A rose always has it's thorns to draw a little bit of blood if you embrace it... (I don't own none of the art and they are respectfully own by their original owners )

Alana is torn between two men. Two men who hate each other. Two men who want her. Two men who lie so the other wouldn't have her. Wanting to live a simple life doesn't go as planned anymore. A flame that has been burning for the past seven years and a flame that was just recently lit. She has both of their hearts but can give only one of them hers. Can she love them both? Why do the two men hate each other so much? Why won't they let go? Who's heart will she break in the end? Will she make the right choice? So many questions and so many heartbreaks. Choose your ending. 𝐖𝐀𝐑𝐍𝐈𝐍𝐆: -Sex -Language -Body Dysmorphia -Drug abuse

His favorite color. The color dream wears almost everyday, because it was the only one George could see properly. George is gone. He went missing a year ago and has since been announced as dead. But dream won't accept it. He knows deep in his heart, that george is still out there. Alive. He won't rest, until he finds him. [intentional lowercase]•[09.26.21]•[10.13.21]•

Charlie doesn't speak, so he paints.

Life is as intense as you want it to be. People in it will bring either tremendous joy or an unbearable pain. She could heal in revenge, hell being her home. But healing through words is the only way of keeping her sanity. Covering the shades of black and white with a thin gray line has never helped anyone before, but painting all those hurtful moments in colors had made the world a better place to live in: resentments under a rug of a smile. Just like a [kodachrome], colorful and vivid in an era filled with sadness. Poetry, short stories, and thoughts. *Mostly fictional with some bases on past, real situations. If there's a situation described here that resembles with someone's else's experiences, it is not intentional at all. PINTEREST BOARD: https://pin.it/4C2Ml4miw

The Coloring Book

Pain can be felt in an infinite number of forms. It is felt when it is inflicted on you but sometimes you also feel it when you inflict it on others. All the colors of the rainbow bleed through the paper and cross the lines of the coloring book. He crossed the lines I drew again and again. I worked hard to breathe life into my days and fill them with color until he came in splattering paint everywhere. I don't know what to do. I don't want to hurt him because in doing so, I not only hurt myself but I feel a part of my soul leaving my body. And I blame him. I stand in the center of the page and watch the colors bleed through. I see his footsteps in red, orange, yellow . . . I watched the pages rip as I let my life fall apart. All because of him. Credit to @iampillowbunny707 for this synopsis.

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