What Lies Beneath.
Wires frayed, attached to the heart of a being without a soul. Drained the life and shriveled up, like a flower in its final hour. Fingers bleeding from razor sharp teeth, gnawing at the hand that feeds it. Liquid endlessly flowing from the...
Venturing: What Third
"what did you guys find?" "only a note from the ninth safe. what about you guys?" "a note from the first safe." kyro echoed my answered as i looked perplex at him in silence before nodding. "what it say?"
What Defines Us
what happened isn't all there is to us. what defines us is also what we become. lyf mom * * * i don't really know what to say. i didn't realize that was a problem you and dad had, too. i'll have to think about it.
What's The Matter Man
what's the matter man (c) rollins band fun fact: i almost went with britney spears' "stronger" for this title. yeah. just a thought.
What's the Matter with Oswald?
what, because you read it online? "listen! you're not listening to me!" "take my advice, it's better than what you're doing!" here's an idea: why don't you stop trying to fucking babysit me?
What the Maid Saw
what were you told at the gate?" "they didn't say much, just called up to the house to make sure i was supposed to be here. bessie told me what happened."
What Is There Left To Say?
Source=direct_link&https://stopasianhate.carrd.co/ what is there left to say?
What I'm Made of
They haunt you forever~ i knew what was inside when i gave you the most important parts of me i only wish i knew from the beginning it was useless and you'd never see that you brought out all the best parts that were hidden by lock and key~ told
What is Targöht Global?
The two of them are considered 'targöht global', or just 'global' for short, which is what most refer to them as.
What Kind of Force
"what color is it?" the feline asked, her lazy-day tail limp behind her. her spots seemingly not as sharp as they normally were. or maybe it was his imagination. "what?" a blink. "color. what color is the soup?" "red ... why?"
What I Want
I want a love like this, That's how i'd like to go. But the future is bleak, For i have a hollow soul. Born with a broken heart, Alive without ever breathing. Looking for someone to listen, And actually hear it beating...
What We've Written
There is a power in the written word, A beauty lost in time and veiled from sight, The voice of art still struggling to be heard. The mating of the ink and page have lurred, My passion out of hiding from the light, There is a power in the written...