love in change
give it a chance make a little dance, with that passion and dance. live alil be yourself, lack the hate contemplate the love that is walled in with the darkest sins like someones bins. be youself no one else, the music with in the tune to the bin. live...
Through the Looking Glass: Penance: Chapter 5-A
Shaking his head and closing his eyes, he took to hugging his legs through the remainder of the night instead, sobbing softly so as not to wake up the snow leopard as his mind addled itself with thoughts of self-hatred and anger.
Poem #57: Blackness
The world the other is closed shutting fast the iron door yet by their faces they seem the same vivid in different lights created from different colors the blackness behind shows an open window into his soul for they are one his own self-hatred
Between Salvation and Sin
I almost turned tail, almost regretted abandoning this life-changing moment for a comfortable life of lies and self-hatred towards my true sexuality. all in the name of my god.
Somebody's Hero (Chapter 2)
Frustration quickly turned into utter self-hatred as he continued through his tears, "why can't i help her? my whole life, i've been waiting for the chance to be somebody's hero, and now, when it actually matters, i just get it thrown back into my face!
Roommates 16: Party Hard
Probably didn't help that it was fueled by self-hatred. " he patted me on the back. " "
The Human Species Ch.7 - Smug Chief Snivy
Lucario's highly clichéd behavior took zerobi by complete surprise and hit her like a truck, momentarily bringing her out of her shell of self-hatred.
The Lead Crown: Ch 9.1b, Shock and Awe
Perhaps you only call this abomination 'sister' to alleviate your own self hatred.
Alphys Höek CHAPTER 6
Alphys sobbed, clenching her hands into angry fists of self-hatred. "and with these hands, i hold the fate of millions!"
MTG Echo Crossover Thingie
All the insecurity, all the self-hatred, of not being good enough, of not being as unique as his friends. fuck that. he knew who he was, and he was ready to show exactly what that entailed.
An Island Of Compassion In A Sea Of Slavery: Part Three
Sally could hear the self-hatred in my voice, and whined, rubbing against my legs. i continued. "a couple of years ago, i fixed the hand-paw problem. maybe you've heard about. first generation wildlians could have hands, or paws; not both.
The Leaves of Fall Act 3: Something That Matters (Part 4)
After all \>you tried talking loudly but your voice only came out in squeaks \>and in the back of your mind, sitting at the freshly cleaned table, you can only hear one word on repeat, over and over again, a nauseating carousel of unbridled and unkempt self-hatred