"Dust storms don’t want to be with other dust storms; Dust storms want to be with sunny days because they need the light. They need that golden glow to break through their dark walls and show them that the world can be better than them.” She smiles, but her eyes are welling up with tears. “Dust storms don’t want to be with dust storms. I’m a dust storm. He’s a dust storm. You’re a sunny day. I never stood a chance.” She turns and runs.
"He’s a dust storm. You’re a sunny day. I never stood a chance.”
I felt that.
"He’s a dust storm. You’re a sunny day. I never stood a chance.”
I felt that.
I feel bad because it's not a good feeling but also yay someone relates to my writing
"He’s a dust storm. You’re a sunny day. I never stood a chance.”
I felt that.
I feel bad because it's not a good feeling but also yay someone relates to my writing
Oh my gosh I'm sorry! Don't feel bad please QwQ
"He’s a dust storm. You’re a sunny day. I never stood a chance.”
I felt that.
I feel bad because it's not a good feeling but also yay someone relates to my writing
Oh my gosh I'm sorry! Don't feel bad please QwQ
:D
“What I’m saying is that your world is tearing itself apart, and with me, I could lead you all back to salvation.”
"You were not there!" Elise was practically screaming at him now. "You did not see the way that he took her life. You did not see the way she cried, the way she begged for mercy! Her screams and pleas still echo in my head, Gods damn it. And now you're here telling me that, despite the fact he took our sister's life, he doesn't deserve punishment?!"
Elise slammed her fist on the table, shaking with rage. “You are a mere child! You have never experienced death in your life!”
"He’s a dust storm. You’re a sunny day. I never stood a chance.”
I felt that.
I feel bad because it's not a good feeling but also yay someone relates to my writing
Oh my gosh I'm sorry! Don't feel bad please QwQ
:D
If you are making us hurt you’re probably doing something right.
"He’s a dust storm. You’re a sunny day. I never stood a chance.”
I felt that.
I feel bad because it's not a good feeling but also yay someone relates to my writing
Oh my gosh I'm sorry! Don't feel bad please QwQ
:DIf you are making us hurt you’re probably doing something right.
yAY
"We will not take this lying down!"
"But we're standing up"
"FOR GODS SAKE SHUT UP!"
"God, Pattycake, stay with me! Just… God, don't die, I love you, don't fucking die!" Eden screamed, his boyfriend unconscious and bleeding out despite the other's best efforts.
Upon further inspection, the creature staring him down had several eyes, and seemed to breathe from a few ‘holes’ placed by its neck.
"We will not take this lying down!"
"But we're standing up"
"FOR GODS SAKE SHUT UP!"
I’m so the middle one.
Nine bodies dropped and nobody went to heaven.
LOL!
“Do not, and I REPEAT, do not fire your weapons at it.”
Nine bodies dropped and nobody went to heaven.
Damn that really got me
"Their my demons…I have to keep them," her eyes glistened with tears as she struggled to speak.
“You’ll have to watch me struggle from several rooms away.” ~TOP
Don’t leave me again.
"When you come home," Leandra gestured towards her stash of empty beer bottles. "I'll stop that."
"Don't- don't pull that on me."
"Or what? You'll stay out there on that battlefield? Don't be ridiculous, Mikhail. You plan on staying there anyway."
(Oki I have a few more, they will all be wrapped in quotation marks)
"I am roughly yanked away from the tree, and I can feel the rage and grief the humans have caused my relatives, and I can feel the life fading away from me as I suffer my… death…"
"Glancing around nervously, I shoved the note back into the envelope and unlocked my door as quickly as possible."
"I'll try to tell you what happens next time."
" “And have Starspring bring healers!” "
((Here’s a few I found. Some recent, some old))
“Chances are, none of you will survive.”
The bullet whizzed past, causing the creature to rear backwards with a scream.
“War, darling!”
Hopefully.
It decided that the barrels were a more appealing snack.
(I found this one from a short story I'd written)
One bullet skimmed an ear. One bullet hit home. One shattered scream rose into the air.
"I wanna have a kid."
"So what you're telling me, is that I can't have a kitten because you don't like them?"
"…Yes?"
"Alright, come here little Warlock, you are now my best friend, Chris can stay here if he wants."
"You are in no way my family, Kyoko," he began to sharpen his dagger once more. "Your parents decided that when they left me at the orphanage."
"Our parents."
"Fuck you!"
"Would you?"
Her entire life, her entire existence, she'd been told she'd always have time. Time to apologize, to make up, to forgive and to forget. But seeing his body stretched out in front of her, lifeless, blood soaking through his shirt, something inside her twisted. There'd been years, decades, that they'd bickered, at least one year where they'd refused to speak, with Robin running between them. Then, her anger had seemed righteous, but now…
Now she wished she could have one more day at his side.
And yet, with the one hundred years of separation, of being trapped in stone mere inches from him but unable to do anything about it, the blow was softened, almost.
Power.