Gerard woke up with his beautiful boyfriend in his arms. He smiled seeing his angel's face and struggled to find the words to say to Mikey, so Frank would see how much he truly cared. "Suck it up, Gerard," he muttered to himself as he slid his arm away from Frank's soundly sleeping form. He grabbed his clothes off the floor, yanked them on and went to see if Mikey was home yet. It was quiet when he plodded down to peek in Mikey's room. Empty. "Guess he's not home yet," he said softly. He continued down the hall and stairs to the kitchen, intending on grabbing some br
There wasn't much talking while everyone drank their bitter coffee, but when mugs were drained Ray suggested they make a breakfast run. Gerard offered to drive. "Gee, can you just pick me up something? I don't feel like going out right now." "Sure Mikes. Guys, you coming?" Ray and Bob chimed in that they'd give him money if he got them something too. "I'll go with ya, Gee," Frank piped up. Gerard smiled, hoping no one noticed his excitement of getting to be alone with Frank, even if it was just a quick car ride. The guys all tossed money at them
"Do you think he heard us?" Gerard whispered to Frank. There was nothing but soft breathing in response, as Frank was sound asleep. Gerard smiled at his adorable sleeping boy, and tried to fall back asleep himself. He heard Mikey come back in sometime later, but he had no idea how much time had passed between. He didn't think about it long because he was already drifting back off to lovely dreams.
By the time Gerard woke again, the room was filled with sunlight and Mikey and Ray were missing. Frank was still on the other side of the couch though, so he whispered his name, hoping he might be waking up as well. Frank stirred slightly at
He'd told her to, Wait. She'd spent so much time waiting already. She felt like that's all she ever did anymore. She was waiting for everything and everyone. When would she be able to act? When would she be free of all these things for she was waiting? After sitting for 20 minutes she decided she was done waiting. She stood up, brushed her skirt down, slung her jacket over her arm and walked out. She knew what this meant. She would never see him again. That was fine, more than fine. She was free now.
As Stella strode down the sidewalk, her heels clicked in approval. She felt like skipping, but she restrain
Gerard woke up with his beautiful boyfriend in his arms. He smiled seeing his angel's face and struggled to find the words to say to Mikey, so Frank would see how much he truly cared. "Suck it up, Gerard," he muttered to himself as he slid his arm away from Frank's soundly sleeping form. He grabbed his clothes off the floor, yanked them on and went to see if Mikey was home yet. It was quiet when he plodded down to peek in Mikey's room. Empty. "Guess he's not home yet," he said softly. He continued down the hall and stairs to the kitchen, intending on grabbing some br
There wasn't much talking while everyone drank their bitter coffee, but when mugs were drained Ray suggested they make a breakfast run. Gerard offered to drive. "Gee, can you just pick me up something? I don't feel like going out right now." "Sure Mikes. Guys, you coming?" Ray and Bob chimed in that they'd give him money if he got them something too. "I'll go with ya, Gee," Frank piped up. Gerard smiled, hoping no one noticed his excitement of getting to be alone with Frank, even if it was just a quick car ride. The guys all tossed money at them
"Do you think he heard us?" Gerard whispered to Frank. There was nothing but soft breathing in response, as Frank was sound asleep. Gerard smiled at his adorable sleeping boy, and tried to fall back asleep himself. He heard Mikey come back in sometime later, but he had no idea how much time had passed between. He didn't think about it long because he was already drifting back off to lovely dreams.
By the time Gerard woke again, the room was filled with sunlight and Mikey and Ray were missing. Frank was still on the other side of the couch though, so he whispered his name, hoping he might be waking up as well. Frank stirred slightly at
He'd told her to, Wait. She'd spent so much time waiting already. She felt like that's all she ever did anymore. She was waiting for everything and everyone. When would she be able to act? When would she be free of all these things for she was waiting? After sitting for 20 minutes she decided she was done waiting. She stood up, brushed her skirt down, slung her jacket over her arm and walked out. She knew what this meant. She would never see him again. That was fine, more than fine. She was free now.
As Stella strode down the sidewalk, her heels clicked in approval. She felt like skipping, but she restrain
Tonight I tried to tear my skin
Straight from my bones
But all that was under my fingernails
Were pieces of peeled paint
Tonight I tried to open my chest
To release the thing that lives inside me
But my skin is made of steel
And my fingers bled
Tonight my phone is silent
And a woman on the other line
Tells me
That you are unavailable or
cannot be reached
I understand, I say
It's how it's always been
Tonight the sky is exploding
And the walls are caving in
But I am scared to go outside
I am scared to move
Tonight I am alone
Wearing a robe, a bandage
Drinking a sad cocktail
And hating my love
Tonight I tried to run away
I've heard so many people tell those who suffer depression to just 'cheer up.' I wonder if they can really believe that it's that simple.
Depression isn't just sadness. It is emptiness, it is misery. It is pain and nothingness at once. When you are truly depressed you lack the ability or will to cheer yourself up. No one just 'has depression.' You suffer from it. This is depression:
You will wake at 5, 6, maybe 7am, feeling as though you had only just fallen asleep. It's likely you did. If you don't have to be somewhere, you could lie in bed for another 3 hours...too tired, too miserable and pathetic to crawl out of you bed. Or maybe you wi
On Living After A Broken Heart by wildmonky, literature
Literature
On Living After A Broken Heart
One of the most human things you can do is to continue to function with a broken heart. This is harder than it seems. The paradox is that being human is not always in human nature. Mostly you're going to want to cry and wallow within yourself. You want to try to find comfort in things that are not her, but everything you try, you did with her. Dinner, your favorite tv show, her favorite tv show, reading, looking at clouds and seeing what shapes your brain makes out of coalesced water vapor.
Everything you feel during this is part of being human. You don't realize it at the time, of course. Within
It's hard being the new kid.
Gerard picked up his worn out backpack containing only his sketchpad, some pencils and pens, and a few well-read comics. He figured he'd be prepared to eat lunch alone. He would have had lunch with Mikey at least, but unfortunately they didn't get the same lunch period. He'd gotten to his first two classes alright, but he had no idea where his next class was. It was Art. He knew it was somewhere on the second floor, so at least he could just wander around until he saw some art kids. You could always tell which ones they were. Most of them dressed like hippies. Lots of tie dye and long hair. He didn't exa
So it's been over two years since my last journal. I can't believe it. Wow, how time flies!
Don't worry, I haven't forgotten about you all! I was inspired this morning to finally write some more to Crush. I think it may be the final chapter. There are some minor edits to be done, but it will be posted soon. Stay tuned!
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Time to start fresh! I have a new story I will (hopefully) start posting in the next week or so. It's still in the early stages, but I have high hopes that it will be interesting, only time will tell ;) I hope there are still a few of you around, I'd really like some feedback since I am trying a new direction. Stick around for updates soon!! :D
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My jewelry site http://www.ladybug-beads.com/
The other me:
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An update for any Crush fans out there. I have written several more chapters. I will be typing them up and posting them over the next few days (I hope!). I'm up to chapter 14 right now, and there should only be a few more to go until I'm finally finished with it. I would really really appreciate any comments on the new chapters. Your input is really important to me. Thanks a bunch, I hope you guys like the new chapters!
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My jewelry site http://www.ladybug-beads.com/
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Y'know you're pretty much the only un-morbid, un-creepy person who is a fan of My Chem/ Frerard that I've met so far... ALSO YOUR GRAMMAR. I almost pissed my goddamn pants when I realized you've got awesome grammar. C: