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I'm sitting in the hall of a building I used to take Latin in- I remember the prof well, given that he swayed my major. I don't go here anymore. I'm a drop out; Never though that would be me. I don't feel bad about it, tons of my graduating class did it, all for various reasons. I'm content with finding a job and just living my life.
Yet, sitting in this hallway Im reminded of all the great people I've met, the inspiring organization I can proudly say I was apart of. I miss my friends, who I know are moving on with their lives and don't have time for someone like me. I miss being on campus, having a friend anywhere in 10 minutes or less.
I won't lie and say I miss the work- it never quite felt right for me from the start. But I miss the community, the home. This university will always be like a home to me, without a doubt. And because of this, I found a home within this city, with the love of my life and I couldn't be happier.
Ifs sometimes hard to remind yourself "You aren't sad or upset, you're just reminiscing. And thats okay." It's perfectly okay.
Yet, sitting in this hallway Im reminded of all the great people I've met, the inspiring organization I can proudly say I was apart of. I miss my friends, who I know are moving on with their lives and don't have time for someone like me. I miss being on campus, having a friend anywhere in 10 minutes or less.
I won't lie and say I miss the work- it never quite felt right for me from the start. But I miss the community, the home. This university will always be like a home to me, without a doubt. And because of this, I found a home within this city, with the love of my life and I couldn't be happier.
Ifs sometimes hard to remind yourself "You aren't sad or upset, you're just reminiscing. And thats okay." It's perfectly okay.
Doppelganger Ch 1
Summary: Based on the novel series by LJ Smite, the Forbidden Games. Its about 25-30 years since the last Game. A new group of friends falls into the trap, and Julian is free once more; and stunned to find that someone who looks just like Jenny is in his house! How will this new group fair against Julian and his new partner in crime, a soul eating Demon like himself. Rated M for language & later material. Horrible at summaries, but give it a chance!
-I do not own anything to do with the Forbidden Games Novels. They are owned by LJ Smith, as is the game used in this story, any references to past characters, and of course the infamous vill
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You're born.
You're in school.
You go to college.
Get a job.
Get married.
Have kids.
You grow old.
You die.
You go.
You go.
You go.
Yours
Yours... Mine... Ours.
When I think of a couple who has gotten to the point where they live together, I think of the habit they now have together, their routine- and how nice it must be to have someone to share things with. Well really, to share nearly everything with. Furniture, food; sometimes clothing... Its something I've always aspired for. I don't need those cheesy labels of "his and "hers", I just love the thought of my partner showing someone our home and saying "Here is our living room- we just got that TV! Oh- sit on our couch! Isn't it comfy?" Of course there is always that "back-of-the-mind" knowledge of whose stuff is really wh
The Girl
“Take me with you!” A voice cried in the night. A girl stands on a hill, staring up at the pitch black sky shrouded with clouds – the moon barely shining through. There was nothing special about this girl – brown hair ending just below her shoulders, blue eyes, tan skin. Ordinary.
She looked up at the sky, her eyes finding nothing, yet tears fall down her face. Slowly, the girl falls down to her knees, her face still tilted up at the stars, despite the fact that they did not shine that night. From her knees she fell further, laying in the grass, arms spread out beside her. Wide blue eyes, muddled by the dark
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I know exactly what you mean. Nostalgia can be a motherfucker sometimes.