Only 18 full of suffering, worn and weathered (can you save me?)
from myself and my lack of existence. the more it goes on the more i contemplate death.
just a vessel, waiting to be filled. (can you fill me?)
Depressing, meaningfull
Altschuler slumped into his worn leather couch, his gaze once again turned to the unplugged tv. it was the first time he'd shared his story with anyone.
Clean, Demon, Detective, Espionage, Murder, Otherkin, SFW, Therian, Thriller, Werewolf
Jason insists that they go check it out so they both make their way down the old, worn wood steps and step out onto the sand.
Adventure, Anthro, Anthropomorphic, Badger, Bear, Boat, Castaways, Cute, Fox, Friendship, Hug, Kissing, M/M, Musk, No-Yiff, Ocean, Panther, Plot Development, Sailing, Scent, Story Series, Teen, Teenager, Violence (Not In Yiff), Wolf, Young Love, Young Romance
Because if he had worn a hat,
or anything else on his head,
i would still remember his name,
hatless folks all look the same!
i think it was something with door
something to open it more,
maybe a fox with a key?
we will see!
Fox, Magical Apple Pie, Poem, Poetry, Seuss, medli
Bars
i'm trying to shrug it off and be me
but once you recede it's hard to break free
because all they want you to do is submit
and that just makes you feel like shit
every moment as you look them in the eye
with a practiced fake smile and a smooth worn
Dragon, Poem, Poetry
I see you
in too many empty places: the rug
at the top of the stairs, the worn grass
beneath the apple tree, the phantom warmth
where you curled between my legs
for sleep.
Canine, Dog, Poem, Poetry
Nearby, sitting on a stool, was a busty maiden, her hair tied in a worn bow. her off-red locks were the brightest color within the tavern, her corset top revealing the bare, top curve of her breasts.
Medieval, Plot Development, Short Story, Story Series
However, worn of body and of spirit, he had no desire to indulge that part of his mind, and permitted himself to bask in the glow.
Fantasy, Medieval, Serial, non-furry
With each step, worn boots clicked on the cobblestone street, the sound echoing off the building walls and drowning out softer footsteps.
Fantasy, No-Yiff