Don't Date a Workaholic.When I say don't date a workaholicI mean don't date a workaholic unless you want the following:Lack of interest at most timesOnly available a few days a weekYou can't talk with them very oftenAlways working!!Lets arrangements slideToo responsible, you put yourself downYou have to contact them firstWhen I say don't date a workaholicI mean don't date a workaholic unless you're willing to be the following:Pessimistic and critical of yourselfAttention is focused on the happy timesToo caught up with your problemsIntentionally hard on yourself, fishing for attentionEnvious of others' relationshipsNever letting go because you're selfishThinking that maybe, possibly, you're not good enoughWhen I say don't date a workaholicI mean: you'll have to put aside your differences, overcome your doubts, and want to make things workBecause, when I say don't date a workaho
There are galaxies in your eyesThere's a universeinside of you-it's been there quite a while,and I only hopeyou see the constellationsthat scintillate in your smileand I've heardthere's billions of galaxiesscattered in the sky,but I swearat least half of themare resting in your eyes.
LOVEOne word that contains an entire universe. A single word that contains many meanings for us. The combination of your name and mine, the perfect union between two equal parts ... converted into one.I was thinking about how many people are to be loved. But in reality is that there is just one…a first lover forever.I've always wondered if the destiny is a matter of chance or if due to forces unknown ... Yes, the fantasy is as real as us.Bits and pieces of dreams. Ideas, desires, fears, memories ... a living history ...The way we'd found each other from the beginning, the way we always find the path for our particular universe.It's the truth, or as close to the truth than I can say, certain things are beyond any understanding. Two creatures working as one unified body.We were meant to be. Like two flames unite and blend into one.Something so big that never get fully describe, at least not in my lifetime, nor in eternity.Someone who shares my dreams, more importantly, my feeli
SMIH ONE PIECE ACEYou and four other ladies now held the chopstick in your hands, one of you held the red chopstick. You had hoped that it was you, because it would mean a hell of a lot to you to actually win for a change. Your top choice to pick out of the remaining guys was Ace. He was such a hottie! You scrunched your eyes closed and slowly removed the stick from your hands, you slowly opened one eye and saw that it was indeed red! You had finally gotten a win!"Congrats," Sanji applauded as he handed you the anorexic purse. You quickly reached your hand inside and felt around until your hands touched something hard and wooden. You pulled it out and saw that your item was a match! Although slightly confused, you had a good idea who had this item. Though, you still wanted to make sure..."Who put a match in the purse?" You called out, hoping that your hunch was right. Whitebeard noticed your item and nudged his sleeping son awake. "Hey, boy. Wake up, a girl picked your item." The groggy bo
Bill cipher x reader dancing with a demonBill cipher x reader : Dancing with a demonOk, soooo yeah... Um this is only my second bill x reader so if there's a problem or anything please let me know, ok? Thanks, hope the stories alright!1: (h/c) =hair color2G/B)=gender (this one is female, sorry)3e/c)=eye color4s/c)=skin color5f/c)=fave color6h/l)=hair length_________________________________You sighed, watching Mabel, Pacifica ,Grenada, and candy sort through the many dresses in the store. A town dance was coming up, and because a certain female (*cough cough* a old mean friend of Pacifica's) just had to say something about you not having a date, or wearing anything pretty, your girl-friends got riled up and decided to prove her wrong. "(Y/n)!! Try these!" Mabel tossed a couple of dresses at you, while Pacifica promptly shoved you in the dressing room. Sighing, you began your decent into the pile of dresses. Each one was either too tight for your taste or too showy. You'd finally gone through all of the
umbrella boyI'm barefoot on the asphalt-rain turns the roadsto rivuletsI'm swimming downthe stream to reach you,but can't paddlevery fastand I know the rain won't harm me,nor will the skies of graybut come hereand hold me tightly-be myumbrella boytoday.
a promise to my favourite boyI’ll help clean outthe cobwebs,that grow inyour lungsyour heartyour headand thenI hopewith ease,you can takesome deeperbreaths.
SMIH ONE PIECE LAWGeeze, this game was running on for forever! How many people were left? Five? Six? You had no idea, for you had lost count several turns ago. You wanted to get back to the social aspect of this party, the food was what you loved the most. Damn, that blonde, curly brow man could cook! But oh well, the quicker everyone went, and granted there would be no more interruptions or 'wild cards' like Doflamingo and Lucci, you estimated that in about another hour would pass before the game would come to a conclusion.Being the precise woman that you were, you decided to speed up the game by going next, you had no favoritism for the remaining male players to choose from, so it didn't matter which item you picked. You certainly weren't gonna give anything to anyone for some silly game. You were too mature for that.You reached in to the bag Sanji held out for the remaining ladies, you shuffled the items around and felt something sharp pierce your skin. Slicing it open. You cried out in pain and re
first kissI will bethe rolling waves,and you can bethe sandy shoreI'll kiss with salty lips,and then keepcoming back for more