classybiscuitheroshark

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Everything was calm.

I usually come to these places but it was as if I could no longer carry on with the whole routine of my life, following steps that I was getting tired of following. it was all normal, something that drinks never cause. I thought I couldn't keep up tonight, but as if a branch broke I was more perfect than I thought I would be. I followed the rhythm of the walks, perhaps walking around the masses with a glance of each behavior I knew what to talk to them and how to do it. but university students are not easy, running every moment, I was moved from one situation to another. Laughing at making me uncomfortable to being more tenacious in their conversations or perhaps falling into their intimidating gaze.

But it was never easy, maybe it was as if everything always fell into what should happen, maybe not being able to be surrounded by men and women without being comfortable anymore in typical places that she was before. It was awkward, it was weird and it was embarrassing, in every behavior I would scold myself and this caused a low night of what would soon be a graduation farewell. from what is supposed to be a farewell to a good welcome to adult life, acknowledging the old ways as what made your strength.

it was a disappointment for me to find out what it was like, it was like a disappointing ending to a story that was not a big deal

He takes me away from the crowd with a huge headache. I was tired going everywhere. He lit a cigarette away from the center of the place, it was quite cozy to be outside that bar. my hand stroked my hair quickly following a pattern of forgotten anxiety, when a couple walked out the door.

"sorry"

I stopped my hand. It was a voice tinged with sweetness, it was as if I hadn't heard a tone as cute as that for a long time. I brought saliva and around my eyes I lowered my hand towards my increasingly spent cigar. I did not know whose voice it was, but this sweet one that I felt puzzled by how I reacted before just because of a voice. "I thought I should tell you, Jessica look at me" I couldn't go away to the other side of the street or go back to the bar, I was tired and didn't want to go back anywhere. But as if that man's voice were a signal in me not to move in an intimate moment of a couple, it was what told me that I should not do anything.

"I was committed to something else, I can't be in a relationship with you, you deserve another man"

silence the sob like the strong drops of an unexpected rain was heard in the warm and stormy conersacion. I looked down at the pavement full of stubbed cigarettes. It was as if it was not important to be in moments like this, alone in a worn out place to hear something like this. As if it were the furthest thing from my feelings, not at the same time. it was wrong to hear it. Too bad

I walked away I was throwing away my cigarette when I turned around and he was there His young and handsome face made me stay immobile and I could notice his gaze at the sky, he was tall and wide but delicate and elegant, I was surprised and scared. How long was this man around? His eyes dropped to me and I just wanted to answer him when he put his index finger to his lips. I blinked and looked behind her, the couple was near a block next to the bar. I saw the tall blonde woman, her short blue dress showing her slim body. But only my eyes quickly scanned her expression I was too shocked

her flushed face was very well noticed seeing her makeup destroyed it was seeing a woman clearly shattered, I felt a blow to the heart my eyes returned to the front again, I decided to look alone again, this time with a bad taste in my mouth. But this young man made me nervous, too much. I let the wind brush all kinds of communication that we could have, but his eyes were on me. I knew it. He could have started a chat, he was obviously a handsome man but he couldn't be more reserved now. my hand navigated to my jacket pocket, I couldn't hear the couple's conversations anymore, they were gone. I did not know how long he and I were watching the night, he did not start a talk but I was no different. The cigarette calmed my heart, I was far from that crowd but he was also far away. I do not care my youth could have been nervous about this with a man like him but it was all insignificant. as if the night consumed my soul in a sea full of sailors, as if it was all that could happen a moment where blood was destroying and conquering all of germany from the shadows It did not seem as if I was aware of something tonight, my being indicated that I could not live again if nisiqueria already felt the same as before but I followed a more and more superficial path possible only to fit in to feel like the old me, the one that laughed usually. the one who wasn't uncomfortable.

It was like ... it was all that it was my life my family it was just nothing before this darkness

dreams and death lead to nowhere

They end, everything I did, they will be solid far from me

I walked away Everything was quiet look around me "Who are you?" he turned his gaze to me there was nothing I closed my eyes and slowly opened them again "Should I worry about meeting you?" he smiled it was endocer a time when there was no more knowledge of what was happening being far from being yourself never a deepening sea of ​​a time of destiny her smile reminded me of that sea His lips moved and met the wind, I moved away from him and entered the bar. Maybe I could see everything at once without fear but my body was there, weak and with no way out

"It doesn't matter who I am"

he said everything I need to know

[classybiscuitheroshark]

En una habitacion puedo quedarme atonito, decido y vivo. Fue solo un adorno tener a alguien como el, como ella, como todos ellos. Las luces corren adireccion de un viento suave en cada rincon del lugar. Viendo los cuerpos vacion quedaba solo el alma recorriendo los pasillos del gran palacio de honor. Estaba vestido pero ellos me veian desnudo, seguro, solo estaba siendo el unico que querian el momento deseado ser salvado. No era malas personas ni habian vivido en vano, siendo almas destinadas a un proposito ellos podian conprenderlo si hubieran dando la oportunidad de amar a los que les amaron pero el orgullo fue todo la causa de la risa de un vacio universo, de un sentimiento en la razon del destino y logica que queda de verdad en esta vida, no estar vivo.

𝘓𝘢 𝘭𝘪𝘯𝘦𝘢 𝘥𝘦𝘭𝘨𝘢𝘥𝘢 𝘥𝘦 𝘵𝘶 𝘤𝘢𝘮𝘪𝘯𝘰 𝘵𝘦𝘳𝘮𝘪𝘯𝘢𝘳𝘢 𝘴𝘪 𝘵𝘶 𝘱𝘦𝘳𝘮𝘪𝘵𝘦𝘴 𝘷𝘦𝘳 𝘴𝘶 𝘥𝘦𝘣𝘪𝘭𝘪𝘥𝘢𝘥. 𝘌𝘴𝘵𝘢𝘴 𝘷𝘪𝘦𝘯𝘥𝘰 𝘵𝘶 𝘭𝘪𝘯𝘦𝘢 𝘲𝘶𝘦 𝘯𝘰 𝘩𝘢𝘺 𝘯𝘢𝘥𝘢, 𝘦𝘭 𝘴𝘪𝘨𝘯𝘪𝘧𝘪𝘤𝘢𝘥𝘰 𝘺 𝘭𝘢𝘴 𝘳𝘦𝘶𝘯𝘪𝘰𝘯𝘦𝘴 𝘯𝘰 𝘪𝘮𝘱𝘰𝘳𝘵𝘢𝘳𝘢𝘯 𝘺𝘢 𝘲𝘶𝘦 𝘵𝘶 𝘦𝘴𝘵𝘢𝘴 𝘴𝘰𝘭𝘰 𝘦𝘯 𝘵𝘶 𝘧𝘶𝘵𝘶𝘳𝘰, 𝘦𝘯 𝘵𝘶 𝘮𝘶𝘦𝘳𝘵𝘦 𝘺 𝘦𝘯 𝘭𝘢 𝘳𝘢𝘻𝘰𝘯.

Ajeno, camino solo en el patio de la noche viendo las hermosas ramas de buxus microphylla, claro el nisiqueria podia saber bien nombre sin hablar maniaticamente de imformacion basica.

Mis ojos no dejaban el movimiento de sus pies, nunca dejando hablar a los demas, los monjes caminaban con fevor en las grandes amfombras renovadas manchando con tierra todo a su paso. Parpadeé y asenti al ver a zood alajandose con reverencia inusual del camino de ellos.

El señor Leónidas Munuas su sonrisa amarga era evidente en cualquier indicio de lo suponido.

Se detuvo cuando llego frente a mi, mirando fijamente se inclino con respeto al hombre delgado.

"Señor griffith, lamento entrar con imprudencia pero he estado nervisio desde su orden que llego a mis oidos"

Sonrió, vaya.

"No sabia que le molestaria"

"¡Claro que no! Su majestad, usted a conquistado con la banda de halcon todo las acciones horrendas del palacio y de las tierras rivales, no puedo enojarme pero siguiendo las intruccion no puedo entender como dejo vivir a esas mujeres demoniacas"

"No puedo matar a mujeres que ayudaron a los hombres heridos, ellas son inocentes y su mirada muestra amor y compasion, si fueran brujas serian un error no lastimar a los hombres de mi campo y solo ayudarlos"

La llama ardio con todo su paso a su corazon, sus ojos rojos escondia la simplididad de una accion normal ante un lider, ningun rey habia salvado a mujeres.

"..."

"¿Puede entender como una rama rota puede castigar todo un arbol? Dios haria lo mismo si fuermos solo deshumanos ante la vida de las mujeres, claro hay otras que deberian saber esto" bajo la mirada vagando por los suelos de ceramica pintada. Escondiendo su voz con un murmuro.

"Es todo, gracias señor griffith"

Lejos de todos, volvio su concetracion de los eventos que guts habia proporcianado, con amigos que eran su familia.

Estuvo lejos de la habitacion del rey, el estaba el sueño que de verdad no es todo lo que habia, estaba escondido todo a los pasos de los nobles sobrios murmurando sus desverguenza de las acciones de los religiosos, las mujeres miraban a el salvador con alegria soñada, dejando sus ramos y pañuelos blancos a su pies. El estaba ya lejos de los demonios que veian la humanidad como sobras, el amor estaba roto y marginado como un plato desechado que el solo habia estado usando con aprecio algo insignificante a los ojos de los demas. Quedarse con ellos, amarlos, era lo que pedian arrodillados con las rodillas ensangretadas y con moretones despues de tanto viaje para ver al elegido del pueblo y de dios.

Su mirada no estaba en nadie pero cuando veia la pinturas era como si nadie merecia su mirada ademas de un arte. El estaba solo dejado con una armadura hermosa. Su sonrisa no dejaba sus labios de un rostro tranquilo y de apariencia vulnerable.

Detuvo sus ojos a la tela de un cuadro de mujeres desnudas, estaba viendo todo el esplendor de una vida que estaba perpleto de una oscuridad mas inudanda de odio, que colminara a todo su alrededor. ¿Es la llama ardiente de un destino que solo puede el hacer esto? Lejos de su vida amada que el sabia que estaba lejos de la niñez que podia ahora ver con honestidad y sin prejuicios de si mismo. No podia estar lejos de su final, el estaba solo y olvidado.

"¿Tu conoces esta pintura?"-anuncio intimamente observando el pecho de la mujer

"Johan"

Dio la vuelta, su mirada fija y calmada posada para el hombre rubio enderezado con neutralidad o tal vez con lo que podiamos ver en mundo desnudo

"Lo vi, hace tiempo parece que no puedo ya acordarme mas de estas obras"-murmuro con diplomacia el hombre joven, tal vez con una mentira, tal vez con ironia o solo tal vez con emotividad.

"Creo que ni yo se pinturas"-declaro johan con amabilidad

Un silencio reconocia los sentimientos de estos hombres, el fin de su humanidad y su amor a lo conocido. La llama ardio todo el palacio, la sangre cubria los suelos dejando los soldados con huesos en llamas, estando ambos lejos ya de este mundo... vieron correr el suelo cayendose para abajo siguiendo la mirada emotiva de ambos. Johan no pardeaba,sus ojos azules mirando todo de el y griffith mirando todo de el.

Con un horroroso caida de todo el techo ambos miraron todo de si,lejanos,desconocidos y una sombra cada vez mas serena ante ellos, como si la vids estuviera destruyendo todo su paso, estar en movimiento del futuro atravido hacia ellos con un destino que nunca le daria paz, un salon vacio y un campo vacio, un vino derramado con la sangre de tu sacrificio, el dolor pausante de tus victimas con el abuso mas y mas de un cuerpo desgastado de unas heridas de ellos mismos.

Tan viejos y tan jovenes

En la profunda oscuridad ambos se rozaron y dejaran a la muerte de todo aquel que pueda verlo de una maners distinta, perdedores vieron los pies de johan y tocaron el cuerpo de griffith, oculto en una mirada sobria y asquerosa hacia ellos mismos. Los perdedores viajaron juntos vieron junto a ellos, dejando su sangre para ellos pero no dando lo que ellos son. Es evidente como el cuerpo desnudo de las mujeres a su alrededor dejo la belleza mas proporcionada ante ellos, sucios y principales marcas en todo lugar que caminan, la muerte enloquecera ante un vacio que el ser humano piensa que es mas aterrador, llorando ante el dolor de sus almas

Que hombres mas orgullosos.

Que hombres mas elocuentes.

Que hombres desichado.

Que hombres mas olvidados

Uno se alejo de la muerte y del mundo, otro consumio al mundo y el alma viendo caer el mañana en los oscuros cofinamientos del placer, mientras tu caeras ante ellos con las lagrimas de un insignicante y aburso dolor.

Nunca dejes a los hombres como la muerte entrar al alma de una simple mirada de lastima ni debilidad porque ellos estaran en las sombras sin humanidad.

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𝙾𝙷 𝚖𝚢 𝚐𝚘𝚍, 𝚒𝚝'𝚜 𝚕𝚘𝚟𝚎𝚕𝚢

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Se quedo solo en una habitacion oscura, mirando las ventanas que eran pequeñas con una vista aburrida en un patio pequeño sin entender como el estaba viendo fijamente el entorno de manera eficaz y atenta, tus ojos estaban escaneando cada lugar, posible antes la vista, que no hallas conocido. La mente navegaba una y otra vez a tu recuerdos lejanos de la joventud. Miraste al hombre rubio sentando al borde del cuadro que rodeaba la pequeña ventana, no hubo nada. El silencio alrededor de ustedes fue ansioso y atrevido, como si no fueras nada ante el que solo merecia la vista de un paisaje obsoleto que vio tantas veces en cada visita nunca pude ver que era lo que el veia, fue desgarrador no entenderlo pero fue poco normal el poder que tenia en un momento como este, un momento donde ambos estaban en una habitacion a solas de una mansion de un artista conocido en londres donde todos lo que estaban eran mas valiosos y central para ti debido a la nobleza de sus acciones, este hombre, estaba empujando algo que no conocia, el estaba influyendo en mi con solo el proposito de mi mismo era verlo a el y solo a el.

Todo estaba oscuro, el estaba mirando la nada y yo estaba queriendo a gritos que me mirara

"¿𝙽𝚘 𝚎𝚛𝚎𝚜 𝚋𝚞𝚎𝚗𝚊 𝚋𝚊𝚒𝚕𝚊𝚗𝚍𝚘 𝚟𝚎𝚛𝚍𝚊𝚍?"

Fue atrevido. Fue aburrido, fue incapaz de saber que podia romperme, el no iba detenerse nunca con sus palabras, el estaba viendo lo que necesitaba ver.

inclino la cabeza y volteo suavamente, su cabello era algo hermoso de ver. El estaba en movimiento majestuoso con solo un traje simple, el estaba poseido por la descarada muerte el estaba delante mio y yo me inclinaba en todo esto.

"𝚍𝚎𝚓𝚊𝚖𝚎 𝚎𝚗𝚜𝚎𝚗̃𝚊𝚛𝚝𝚎 𝚊 𝚋𝚊𝚒𝚕𝚊𝚛"

Atrevido. El era el diablo que exponia que el infierno siempre esta en la tierra.

"¿no te divertias en la fiestas? Es simple pero adecuada y interesante, no deberias pederla" exclame mirando a esos oceano azul que eran sus ojos.

Estoy cerca para bailar con el diablo

En la oscuridad estoy desnuda en alma con el diablo, el esta complacido por esto.

"𝚜𝚘𝚢 𝚞𝚗 𝚑𝚘𝚖𝚋𝚛𝚎 𝚊𝚋𝚞𝚛𝚛𝚒𝚍𝚘 𝚢/𝚗, ¿𝙻𝚎 𝚖𝚘𝚕𝚎𝚜𝚝𝚊 𝚎𝚜𝚝𝚊𝚛 𝚎𝚜𝚙𝚎𝚛𝚊𝚗𝚍𝚘? 𝚈𝚘 𝚝𝚊𝚖𝚋𝚒𝚎𝚗 𝚘𝚍𝚒𝚘 𝚎𝚜𝚙𝚎𝚛𝚊𝚛" 𝚋𝚊𝚓𝚘 𝚜𝚞 𝚖𝚒𝚛𝚊𝚍𝚊 𝚊 𝚌𝚞𝚊𝚕𝚚𝚞𝚒𝚎𝚛 𝚙𝚊𝚛𝚝𝚎 𝚍𝚎 𝚕𝚊 𝚑𝚊𝚋𝚒𝚝𝚊𝚌𝚒𝚘𝚗

"𝙳𝚎𝚓𝚊𝚖𝚎 𝚟𝚎𝚛 𝚊𝚕𝚐𝚘 𝚍𝚎 𝚒𝚗𝚝𝚎𝚛𝚎𝚜 𝚍𝚎 𝚟𝚎𝚛𝚍𝚊𝚍, 𝚝𝚞 𝚎𝚛𝚎𝚜 𝚖𝚊𝚜 𝚒𝚗𝚝𝚎𝚛𝚎𝚜𝚊𝚗𝚝𝚎 𝚙𝚎𝚛𝚘 𝚜𝚎𝚛𝚒𝚊 𝚒𝚗𝚌𝚊𝚙𝚊𝚣 𝚍𝚎 𝚑𝚊𝚋𝚎𝚛𝚕𝚘 𝚍𝚒𝚌𝚑𝚘 𝚊𝚗𝚝𝚎𝚜, 𝚎𝚜𝚝𝚘𝚢 𝚎𝚜𝚙𝚎𝚛𝚊𝚗𝚍𝚘 𝚚𝚞𝚎 𝚟𝚎𝚗𝚐𝚊𝚜 𝚊 𝚖𝚒"

estoy esperando a johan liebheart al hombre aburrido con su amabilidad, es interesante

English

He was left alone in a dark room, looking at the windows that were small with a boring view in a small courtyard without understanding how he was staring at the environment effectively and attentively, your eyes were scanning every place, possible before sight, that you have not known. The mind sailed again and again to your distant memories of youth. You looked at the blond man sitting on the edge of the painting that surrounded the small window, there was nothing. The silence around you was anxious and daring, as if you were nothing before which he only deserved the sight of an obsolete landscape that he saw so many times in each visit I could never see what he was seeing, it was heartbreaking not to understand it but it was little normal the power you had at a time like this, a time where you were both in a room alone in a mansion of a well-known artist in london where everything you were was most valuable and central to you due to the nobility of your actions, This man, was pushing something that I did not know, he was influencing me with only the purpose of myself was to see him and only him.

Everything was dark, he was looking at nothing and I was screaming for him to look at me

"¿You're not good at dancing right?"

It was daring. It was boring, he was unable to know that he could break me, he was never going to stop with his words, he was seeing what he needed to see.

He tilted his head and turned gently, his hair was a beautiful thing to see. He was in majestic movement in just a simple outfit, he was possessed by blatant death, he was in front of me and I was bowing in all of this.

"let me teach you to dance"

Daring. He was the devil who exposes that hell is always on earth.

"Didn't you have fun at parties? It's simple but appropriate and interesting, you shouldn't lose it" I exclaimed looking at those blue ocean that it was his eyes.

I'm close to dance with the devil

In the dark I am naked in soul with the devil, he is pleased by this.

"I am a boring man and / n, do you mind waiting?" under his gaze to any part of the room

"let me see something really interesting, you are interesting. I want you to come to me"

i am waiting for johan liebheart to boring man with his kindness, it is interesting

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johan has 5 moods

1- be sadistic and have fun with horror

2- the tranquility of reading or being alone

3- not understanding your surroundings and being little present

4- wisdom with others but have fun watching them

5- be getting tired of everything

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Hermoso de verdad me encanto monster

Monster acuarelas ❤️

10 acuarelas de Monster (faltan 2)

Uno de mis mangas favoritos, realmente me encanta ésta historia y todos sus personajes.

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imagine that suk after finding out that anna is not her and is a serial killer, I can imagine myself alone in her apartment while walking from one place to another, seeing how the day passes so fast but even being busy with cases I can not forget her or forget about that person at the bar, he starts crying silently while trying not to drink anything or leaving his room, he couldn't help falling in love with that person. while you read this read this listen to lana del rey "happiness is a butterfly"

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johan could have had good friends

Johan pudo haber tenido grandes amigos

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ᴄᴏɴʙɪɴᴀɴ ᴍᴜʏ ʙɪᴇɴ ᴊᴜɴᴛᴏ, ᴇʀᴇɴ ʏ ᴊᴏʜᴀɴ ʜᴀʙʀɪᴀɴ ᴛᴇɴɪᴅᴏ ᴍᴜʏ ʙᴜᴇɴᴀs ᴄᴏɴᴠᴇʀsᴀᴄɪᴏɴᴇs

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monster resumen

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Realmente Mikasa es unos de los personajes que mas sufren en la obra, muchos piensan que solo porque tiene a armin o eren no significa que no sufre en todo sentido, me da tristeza verla de manera emocional desgastada.