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Perfect Until Part 1 by DarkTonic, literature

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Perfect Until Part 1

Standing in the doorway with a cup of hot tea freshly made she gave a warm smile to her beloved still in bed asleep. The covers covered everything but his torso and to her the light shone nicely upon his back making her giggle at her angel. He made her feel so warm and so wanted she just ended up calling him angel or something cute because that's what he was. Pushing her blonde bangs out of her eyes she sighed happily and made way to their little but suitable living room. She sat on the comfy dark couch and took another sip of her drink. "Pretty soon we'll have to expand this place." she smiled. She had developed the habit of talking to herse

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Artist // Hobbyist // Traditional Art

July 7
Austria
Deviant for 9 years
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DelsintheTranny

Dec 16, 2015

Drunk writings and sad stuff and things

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Well, im drunk. Its Wednesday, about 10pm and hearing Hell to doorstep in german. From the musical Count of Monte Christo on repeat.   I got drunk, just to be happy again. Pathetic, right? Now, Im writing this shit because I havent wrote shit in years. I normally write Fanfictions but my fucking depression just fucking beats me to a bloody pulp everytime I try to write shit. I will write drunk thoughts. For now. Write.Write.write. I will puplish this pathetic thing so …...that other people will see how much shit I am? I dont know. Right now I think about that huge pile shit in Jurassic Park. I will make grammar mistakes. Im sorry. If

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Mar 9, 2015

My anxiety and his ally

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I´m afraid to talk, because my anxiety let me think I´m a joke to you. I´m afraid to say my opinion, because my anxiety let me think that you will laugh at me for that. Everytime when I talk with a nice person, my anxiety let me think that I´m bothering you. I want to ask if I´m bothering you, but my anxiety let me think that I bother you in first place. I want to draw something nice, but my anxiety laughs at my skills. I think its good, but it thinks its bad. Why did I even try? I want to ask friends on the internet about it, but my anxiety tells me bad things till the first real critiscm came in. I´m happy