eyes
ocean eyes
staring at me
so stormy
and I
try to catch
a thought
but all I do
is cry
and scream
all I do
is burning from the inside
all I do
is dying
eyes
ocean eyes
staring at me
so stormy
and I
try to catch
a thought
but all I do
is cry
and scream
all I do
is burning from the inside
all I do
is dying
She’s a teenager. At least, she does not want independence from Britain.
Keep on fighting. The fight will be won. Because you are the strongest fighter
I’m experiencing horrible feelings right now and this is my venting fanfiction. It’s probably shitty, but I need this right now. You can reblog it.
My current feelings are anxiety and horrible sadness, depression.
This fanfic is part of my AU with OCs [Marie/ Berlin] [Maximilian/Regensburg]
“Hell sends its best regards”
Marie looked around. Saw the remains of her city, Berlin. Saw the people. The soldiers. The citizens. It was horrible to see her people in such pain. But somehow, they deserved it. What was that? What was that little voice shouting it? They deserve it, Marie, they deserve every horrible thing happening. Don’t you remember what was done in here? Now, it’s payback time! The girl looked up and saw the grey-painted sky, cloudy and just as hopeless as she was.
Her fiancé had gone mad, her sisters were right, the idea back then, to love him, had gone wrong. The perfect idyll, the fairytale changed into a nightmare, a dystopic horror land. And she escaped. But now, there was another nightmare taking her dreams, crushing them.
It was horrible.
because I have no idea what to write, here are my ideas, which ones do you like best?
number one:
posh
[scarlett/london - angry little punk]
Everything was posh. Posh neighbourhood. Neighbours talking posh. Posh houses, everything was fucking posh and they stared at me for not giving a single shit about their posh and boring lives.
number two:
distance
[carlotta/nuremberg - thoughts in 1942]
I really wondered about my family. What happened to Jo? And what about my sister Frieda? And her six children? Was Maxi still an asshole? Thoughts, crushing my mind and the answers were locked up in Bavaria. Unfortunately, I was in England.
number three
cherry
[alfred/usa - being a dick in 1945]
I simply couldn’t stop laughing. The Honda family was so shocked and traumatised and I laughed. I laughed loudly, maniacally. Kiku stared at me, wide-eyed and shocked. But I kept on laughing. Revenge is sweet, people said. And it was sweet. It was the sweetest thing I had ever tasted.
everything i see is not in colour anymore. it’s a big, monochromatic mess
[deutsch]
Du schaust aus dem Fenster und siehst nicht mehr dein Zuhause, dein Berlin.
Du schaust aus dem Fenster und schaust in die Fremde, in amerikanische Fremde, siehst wie sie schnell sprechen, gestikulieren, aber siehst nicht Freunde in ihnen.
Du wärst gerne zu Hause, durch die Straßen tänzelnd, mit deiner großen Liebe, aber du kannst nicht.