I saw Angel's turning into demons,I have experienced what goes into two worlds,I fed my soul both evil and good,My soul tasted every flavor.I saw universe swirling on tune of love.,I saw souls meeting behind the baracards of lust,In billion of Stars i found mineIn trillion of Stars i became one.-zariyaabA life without love is a waste. 'Should I look for spiritual love, or material, or physical love?', don't ask yourself this question. Discrimination leads to discrimination. Love doesn't need any name, category or definition. Love is a world itself. Either you are in, at the center... either you are out, yearning.-shams of tabrezBeyond this world ,Behind lustBefore envyInto soulThere love lies in casket of loyalty and devotion.There love breathes, where love swrils there soul meets.From ludhiana to panipat, From karbal to Konya .,Every town owned a love story.Every body dances into their own rythim where like Universe use to swirl on tune of Rumi and rumi use to dance on tune of shams.Where darbar of nizam uddin aulea was everything for amir khusroo. Where streets of ajmer lighted my life ,there shah inayat qadiri was bulleh shah's soul, so on goes the mystic journey.,Let me explain you the new for you but old and true definition of love. Writers bioI am 19 year's old girl who is new chick with old experience of Grand pa's tales Let me add spice to your theory of love and will try to change your thinking In possible way.
Tamayo remembers her first life very vividly. Her disease, her family, that man, demons. It was killing her. And fast. An illness with no cure. Just as she accepts it all, a man came, he tells her that he can help her. She was desperate. She thinks of her husband that she wishes to spend her remaining years with and her children that she wants to see grow up. She accepts his hand. Oh how she much she regretted that.First life...huh...======================⚠️Warning⚠️There is a lot of changes in the canonical timeline that we know as the story progresses. There will be mentions of time travel and even adding more original characters soon. Not your average fanfic. As pick me as that sounds 💀.If you don't like these, please scroll, don't waste your time.
Christina Emily Gilmore is the twin sister of Rory Gilmore. Attending Chilton with her sister she works hard to succeed. Like her mother she has an amazing sense of style and loves to cook with Sookie. Chris never turns down a good book. With big plans of attending Harvard with her sister she works to achieve her dreams. She plans to help those less fortunate than herself by building shelters, opening free kitchens and orphanages. What happens when Luke's nephew come to town and throws those plans through a loop?(seasons 2-AYITL)( ocxJess)
Being one of the best liars Jisoo knew was quite the job; breaking into his teacher's office, sneaking around, and hating two special people drained him of his energy, yet changed his life entirely.[COMPLETED AS OF APRIL 2020]
COVER CREDITS: @420Dulc on TwitterPOV:You got a job offer at this new place filled with animatronics that entertain the children that go there. While meeting all of the animatronics, you find Sundrop who has a funny, childish and adorable. demeanour.
((TRIGGER WARNINGS FOR THE FOLLOWING: S/H, SUICIDE, ABUSE. MORE MIGHT POSSIBLY BE ADDED. YOU HAVE BEEN WARNED.))A STORY I WROTE LIKE 2-ISH YEARS AGO NOW BEING RE-WRITTEN!!...A person, by the name of K, can summon fictional characters into the real world by perfectly reciting its source.
what happens when a young woman no more than 20 has an epilepsy episode (a fit) and suddenly wakes up in 1972 surrounded by random people and on of them just so happens to have bright red hair and a blue outfit.
Há sete anos eu conheci um homem chamado João. Todos da cidade o chamavam de João Louco, porque ele vivia rolando pedras na estrada de Itapacerica da Serra pra Embu-Guaçu, mas eu mesmo nunca conheci ninguém mais são. Certa vez ele me disse que havia uma lenda sussurrada por entre os indígenas, há mais de trezentos anos, que se conhecia por toda a serra paulista, dos Tupiniquins da atual Bertioga, passando pelos Tamoios do litoral norte, até os tupinambás a norte da costa do Rio de Janeiro. Dizia-se, sempre com cuidado, com o zelo das superstições antigas, que Jurupari, o antigo demônio dos sonhos, que invadia os campos oníricos dos índios levando-os pesadelos e presságios de perigos, viajava sozinho por entre as estradas do império português. "Por isso ninguém confia em viajantes solitários, rapaz", dizia ele, de pé com suas sandálias gastas que se arrastaram por boa parte do continente sul-americano.
I decided to make a redo of this but better so don't blame me, also, the knights are texting in their free time