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He Doesn't Want ToHe doesn't want it.
Why do we ask?
He likes it as it is.
Why do we persist?
The sup mask is enough.
But we still demand.
We say we love him.
We use force.
Actions speak louder.
They scream our displeasure.
Hasn't he done enough?
Why don't we respect his wishes?
He stays awake into the wee hours of morning.
He buys us pizza.
He loves his fans…
But he doesn't want that one thing.
Why do we demand?
Why can't we accept it?
He's not on Youtube for modelling.
He's not where he is because of his face.
He's not where he is because of how he looks
He could be a Viking with blonde hair and three nipples.
But when doesn't wan
My Veiws On FanfictionsMy Views On 'Romance' Fanfictions
I'm not saying this is for all fanfictions, that would be like saying all blondes are dumb and date males for their money or all nerds have braces and wear glasses and spend their freetime only playing Dungeons and Dragons. No. These are my views of majority of romance fanfics I've personally seen, so if you don't like my views, you don't have to.
I was watching the Graham Norton Show, and on that Graham had shown Daniel Radcliffe (who was a guest on the show for those who don't know) Graham had shown Daniel a website completely devoted to Daniel Radcliffe fanfiction. In fact, just watch the video http://w
Rise of the DaemonsShe sat there. Waiting.
For an unkown amount of time, she waited.
But not once did she stir.
She sat there, like a broken porcelain doll… Waiting. Her chains had not even clinked in all that time. She'd stayed in that same position for centuries. Waiting.
She still did not stir.
She remained silent… Patient.
Suddenly, they stopped. Not a single sound. The mind-numbing silence had reached once more. She was insane, by now she was sure of it. She hadn't got her hopes up, nor demolished them… So she felt no disappointment.
Every Angel Deserves a Child"I can't feel the unfurling of my wings, Daddy."
I was not her father. I had entered her life when she was two years old, and she called me Daddy since she never knew her real father. Her mother's death two years ago made me the sole, living parent of an eleven-year-old, and I never felt like I was the right person for the job.
"What do you mean, Asrin?"
"Mom always said that when puberty started I would be the swan that emerged from the ugly duckling. She said I would be able to fly gracefully towards my dreams. But, I don't feel it."
As much of a woman as she was becoming, she was still a child. I wanted to answer her question, but I really had a hard time discussing her blossoming womanhood in the middle of a laundromat. Her pretty eyes were pleading with me, but I told her we'd talk later.
Janet had told Asrin a lot of things before she succumbed to the cancer. The last week or so of Janet's life were morphine-induced fantasy, I think.
Janet and I had met during c
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