MyNameIsNowDiosa

The push and pull of love unrequited is intoxicating, an addiction that has held George almost all his life. It wasnt his fault that he met Clay. It wasnt his fault that he stuck to the blonde's side. It wasnt his fault that the love he had for his best friend grew more than what he could contain, but everything would have been better if he could have just been a friend. Everything would have been easier, and maybe they would still be together. Short story. I have no plans to continue in the future. Happy Heatwaves. No TWs Enjoy!Much luvs <3…

MyNameIsNowDiosa

A slideshow about how much I love my friends…

MyNameIsNowDiosa

Maybe if he hadn't heard that boy call him fat, he wouldn't dress like that. Maybe then his crush would like him. Maybe if he had actually believed in himself, had some confidence? Then he could've confessed his feelings before he moved. Maybe then, he wouldn't be so depressed, doubting that anything good would come his way again. He didnt see Clat returning his feelings. He didnt notice... Maybe this time?TWSH,Angst (do I really need to say this at this point?)Body shameDepressionSelf hate Eating disorderSlursMature languagesuggestive jokes? RapeLimeAlcoholUnderage drinkingDeathPhysical abuseMental abuseMurderPoliceArrest ANGST (istg I go heavy on the angst. I don't even go to the full extent in this book, but this is a major warning..) I think that's all guys, enjoy!…

MyNameIsNowDiosa

A story about a divorce that left more than just a teenage boy changed. A story about a runaway boy who even still hates his home. And a hurricane to bring them both together. TWs (ill add to this as we go along cause idfk what I'm doing)StormLightningPower outageThunderGay (if you're against it, leave)Tornados Blood (I think that's it, but, knowing me, there will probably be more later)Also, this is not a angsty book. We're trying something new out this time. I plan for this to be a long book, so sit back and enjoy. This book is loosely inspired by the song Alone by Nico Colins And credits to the artist who did the cover. It was not me, but if someone knows who did it, pls let me know so I can credit them properlyPlease font be a silent reader. I love talking to you guys…

MyNameIsNowDiosa

Just some drawings I wanted to show…

MyNameIsNowDiosa

"I care about you so much." he whispers, looking at me with pain in his eyes, but with resolution in his gaze. "How do you keep hoping that I'll be better?""Because I care about you too. Because even when you were hurting me, I still considered you to be someone special to me."This seems to make him pause. "But... why?""Because I knew you even before you knew me. I knew you when you were a good person and I know you can be like that again."He's looking at me in pain now, and my heart wrenches despite my current position."Why do you hurt me Ken?""Maybe I don't want to. Maybe I want to be so much more to you but... maybe I don't want to be nice to you because I'm tired of being a good person. Tired of being a good person when all everyone else does is tear me down."I let loose a sigh, steeling myself to deliver the words he needs to hear, even if it's at the expense of my own well-being."If you grow tired of being a good person and ruin other peoples lives because of it, then you have become weak."Rage, pain, and understanding. I can see he feels it all as he lifts his fist, delivering a blow to my jaw as I loose consciousness.Kastro enemies to lovers for Astros bday. Happy birthday bestie!…

MyNameIsNowDiosa

There was pretty much nothing to do in Dornier, a city with too many restrictions.Every recreational facility was worn out by the time one turned ten, and it almost felt like no one could leave the town.It was boring, and most times felt like there was nothing to do to Clay. But then again, there had always been that one house...The house of seemingly no inhabitants, the house that only awoke by night, the house that, many years ago, had frequently erupted in shouts but now lay dormant and silent.People had long since given up on those that lived inside, and most had forgotten it existed, but that was difficult to do when you lived right next to it.Curiosity is easy to spark when interesting things surround you, and Clay was quite glad he decided to investigate the home that had captivated his neighbors attention so long ago…

MyNameIsNowDiosa

No description for now, it's late.…

MyNameIsNowDiosa

In the beginning there were no grudges. There were no assassination attempts. There were no kidnappings. There was only a brunette boy who had lost his father to the mafia lifestyle his family was now trapped in.There was only the last day of grieving.So why was there now hate and blood? Compassion and love?How did we get here?…

MyNameIsNowDiosa

SURPRISE!I'm gonna try to make this one fluffy…

MyNameIsNowDiosa

He came from a broken life, slightly better now. His brother made it better. But he was gone now. And all the brunette had was his ghost of a brother to talk to. Until the blonde boy came, saving him but in need of saving. TWsDeathBloodDomestic violenceAngstFluff (not a tw, just to let you know it's not all gloomy.)Ghosts? (Only a tw if youre scared of themDepressionSelf hateSelf blameSuicide attemptSelf harm mentionsMentions murderSuicideMentions heavenMentions hellSmutMentions weapon (gun)I think that's all guys, luv you, enjoy.…

MyNameIsNowDiosa

Just kind of a vent poem of what I go through ussually. Dont worry, though. Just a vent to share my thoughts and for those who need to know someone is sharing their struggles to find solace.…

MyNameIsNowDiosa

Clay was a boy who had no reason to smile, so he didn't. He had no reason to frown, so he didn't. With no friends and only school to get him out of the house, opening up to someone new was completely out of the question.But maybe, if he opened up to the words on paper before he heard the words spoken, things would be different.…