Ways to conquer heartbreak by DearPoetry, literature
Literature
Ways to conquer heartbreak
Dance with fistfuls of roses, shred their petals one by one and wear their thorns like armor.
Write your secrets between the folds of paper cranes and tuck them safely between the empty spaces of your castle ribs.
Open your broken heart to hummingbirds, allow them the warmth and shelter of your arms.
Rebel. Tape poetry to your limbs, Cummings and Sandburg and Sexton.
Take a walk outside of your skin for a while, run with wolves.
Extinguish that forest fire that’s been curling too long in your lungs.
Be that lionhearted girl those snobby poets always write about.
Allow that cavern of stars in your throat to speak your truths in uppercase
Human.
You are nothing.
Born, grow, school, work, retire, die.
It’s there and it’s gone.
The same over and over and over again.
You are tiny.
The Earth will turn with or without you.
You will be forgotten.
You will fade into history and posterity will move on.
You are powerless and weak.
A grain of sand in the wind.
Humanity.
We are everything.
Exist, struggle, adapt, change, thrive, survive.
We have existed for ages.
We grow and innovate and progress.
We are enormous.
Our impact on this Earth is everlasting.
Our history burns in our hearts and in our minds.
We learn from our wars, movements and revolutions.
To
Snails.
FranceXReader
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"Ah, Mon cher, you are awake."
"Good morning Francis." you said sleepily. You walked towards your husband and gave him a kiss on his lips quickly.
Before he took advantage of it.
"Hm. Are you hungry? Breakfast is nearly done, Mon amour~" He smiled at you and chuckled when he saw your happy face at the mention of food.
Ah the benefits of marrying a chef.
"That would be lovely Francis~" you responded with a happy sigh. You did love his cooking- and him of course, no matter how much... Francis he was.
"Hm, could you please get the mail from outside, sil vous plait? He asked with a gentle smile as he stirred wha
France X Reader - Falling Stars by UraharaSteph, literature
Literature
France X Reader - Falling Stars
France X Reader
Falling Stars
When you were just a little girl, your mind was filled to the brim with wonderful and beautiful ideas about what the twilight hour might bring. Naive thoughts of magic infected your mind and you often accepted the challenge of staying up until midnight to sneak a glance out of your window to see if any fairies or characters from your favourite shows would be playing in the soft moonlight. On the rare occasions your tiny body managed to complete the trial and you were able to stare out your window expectantly; you never saw a thing.
Perhaps the odd nocturnal animal shuffled around in the shadows of trees huntin
Approval. - France x Reader. by HillsOfSilence, literature
Literature
Approval. - France x Reader.
France.
The country of love, beaut and strikes.
Not to mention flirting and romantic red roses nonetheless.
"Mademoiselle, are you lost?"
You twirled around in your red dress as the wind settled. The blonde haired man winked and only blew a kiss.
He was most definitely French and nothing else.
"Y-Y-O-Oui."
"Ah, mademoiselle. You speak French?"
"N-No..." You felt ashamed.
"Then I must take you on a tour of my beautiful country, oui?"
Wait. This is a sudden sequence of matter. Let's back up.
Arrived in France yesterday.
You nodded to confirm that event in mind.&
England x reader x France by EatMySconessss, literature
Literature
England x reader x France
England x Reader x France
~WARNING: THIS IS A CRACK (sort of..) IF YOU NO LIKE CRACK, NO READ. :| ME CAVEMAN.~
lawl.
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"Bloody frog.. wha-DON'T YOU DARE TRY TO HIT ON (name)!!!"
"Oh, Arthur.. is there a problem mon ami?"
"First of all, I am NOT your friend! And secondly, YES, THERE IS A PROBLEM. I don't want you to get your Frog-germs on (name) so stay away from her!"
"Ohonhonhon~ but why? Is she your girlfriend or something?"
"WH-WHAT?! O-OF COURSE NOT! I DON'T-"
"Do you LIKE her?"
"W-wha.. no! No I don't! Its just that-"
"Oh, so you're her knight in shining armor?"
"W-what the hell are you saying?! Of course
2p!EnglandxBullied!Reader: I'm not dumb! Epilogue by Reiicakes, literature
Literature
2p!EnglandxBullied!Reader: I'm not dumb! Epilogue
Years have past since that day. The day you got your revenge against the ones that hurt you for some many years. You regretted your decision a few times since then.. The fate was sealed right then and there. You wondered 'What if?'. Fearing that you would of been caught for such a heinous murder. Oliver took it upon himself to take you away. Hide away from the world. Change identities and if anyone questioned otherwise..
Well Oliver would fix that problem.
You get up from your chair to gaze out the grand window. The country side of England was such a wonderful site. It felt homely.
The question was, you had no idea how you got here. Aft