Explanation for Isabel Katherine R., of the SwedeI was wrong.Explanation for Isabel Katherine R., of the Swede by HerAwesomeness13
I could try to spend the rest
of this poem trying to explain that,
lace it through with apologies and
self-berating, but I tortured myself
enough over the past seven months.
I shouldn't have said those words.
True. Those words were the cause that
we ended up coming close to hating
each other, but hate is a strong emotion.
Plus, I could never really hate you.
That would be impossible.
I hope that we can be friends now.
Do I have to explain this?
I Found Who I Might BeIt's easier said than done,I Found Who I Might Be by HerAwesomeness13
attempting to find yourself.
I've been through hell and back
with the end result of finding
not a torrent, but an inkling
of an idea of who I might be.
I wrote to myself, to remind me
of the person I used to be, and yet
I found someone even better.
I've been through hell and back, but
the only thing that I learned was not
that I was stronger than I already thought,
but that I am worth fighting for.
You once said that I was unbelievably strong,
but I didn't believe you. Now, I understand
that strength isn't something that we have,
but rather something that we accumulate
as a result of our experiences.
Love Letter to MyselfI love you (or me).Love Letter to Myself by HerAwesomeness13
The way you furrow your eyebrows
when a math problem makes no sense.
The way your hair never behaves during
the day, but before you go to sleep, it
rivals that of a supermodel.
The way you always try to sing along to
a Disney song in a different language
(and failing in a fit of laughter).
The way you always stand up for what
you believe is justice and how you
never forget but always forgive.
And how even though you're insecure, you
don't know that you're the most beautiful and
important girl in the room.
How you can't hold a grudge unless someone
cuts you really deep.
How you know enough lawyer jargon to last
a century, yet refuse to become a lawyer out
of the fact that you are too insecure.
And last, but not least, how you never give up
your belief--whether it is in the Doctor, Alternia,
Hetalia, or the Supernatural Creepypastas lurking,
you never give up hope that they're out there.
The Princess and the Seahorse. [EridanxReader]Previously on Un-happily Ever After;The Princess and the Seahorse. [EridanxReader] by InvaderSamm
The noises coming from the other side of the door suddenly stopped, but she saw the kitchen light flicker as though someone had just walked through the area. So, she knocked twice more.
Then, the door flew open and she was face-to-face with...
A taller-than-she-remembered, pompous seadweller. His cape was off and he was currently in his pajamas, which were a light violet with white seahorses all over them. He yawned loudly, dramatically, as if showing that he did not like being interrupted in whatever it was he was doing- especially this late at night.
"WWhat landdwweller is knockin at my door so late? Don't you knoww a royal blood needs his beauty rest-"
"Eri?" the lass asked softly. "I-It's [Name], and I-"
"[Name]?!" he asked, his eyes visibly narrowing. "WWhat are you thinkin, bein out this damned late? Isn't that fuckin peasant wworried about you vvisitin me or some shit?"
Obviously, he was blocking the
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