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I need your hug
Wake me with a kiss
from the nightmare where I've fallen
please, even if you don't find the time for it
no matter how ephemeral it could be
I need to fall into your embrace now
Ho bisogno del tuo abbraccio
Svegliami con un bacio
dall'incubo in cui sono caduta
ti prego, anche se non ne trovi il tempo
per quanto possa essere effimero
ho bisogno di cadere nel tuo abbraccio, adesso
Hypnotized by the music
I remain to observe,
wrapped in a state of catatonic trance
them all as they leave,
and things change -
while my imagination
paints itself in black
and my own silhouette
begin to dance,
hypnotized by the music
like water flowing around me...
Ipnotizzata dalla musica
Rimango ad osservare,
avvolta in uno stato di catatonica trance
tutti che se ne vanno,
e le cose cambiare -
mentre la mia fantasia
si dipinge di nero
e la mia stessa silhouette
si mette a danzare,
ipnotizzata dalla musica
che mi scorre attorno come acqua...
Massages with sugar (USAxReader)
A strong smell of sugar is released by Alfred's fingers, while these are placed on my neck starting to massage it gently. "Al!" I exclaim amused, trying to relax. "What the hell...?"
He smiles at me, without interrupting his work. "Donuts. I did it for you, baby."
I arch an eyebrow, turning to look at his sticky fingers. "For me?"
"Exact... so you've got a great massage with sugar." Alfred points out to me giving me a kiss on the forehead.
I shake my head, trying not to giggle, raising my eyes to heaven.
Massages with sugar... these Americans don't ever contraddict themselves.
Massaggi allo zucchero (USAxReader)
Un forte profumo di zucchero si sprigiona dalle dita di Alfred, mentre queste si posano sul mio collo contratto iniziando a massaggiarlo dolcemente.
“Al!” esclamo divertita, cercando di sciogliermi. “Ma che diavolo…?”
Lui mi sorride, senza interrompere il proprio lavoro. “Ciambelle. L’ho fatto per te, piccola.”
Inarco un sopracciglio, voltandomi a guardare le sue dita appiccicose. “Per me?”
“Esatto… così hai un fantastico massaggio allo zucchero.” mi fa notare Alfred dandomi un bacio sulla fronte.
Scuoto la testa cercando di non ridacchiare, alzando gli occhi al cielo.
Massaggi allo zucchero… questi americani non si smentiscono mai!
"Oh, Ivan!" I exclaim, bringing my attention to the small TV in front of us. "All this for the day of victory? How nice!"
Beside me, the boy nods with a smile that shines with pride as I admire the parade that’s taking place in the capital. "Da." confirms me happy.
Before I can realize it, he goes behind me, pulling me to him, wrapping his scarf around my neck. "So, dorogaya, seen that you like me so much, become one with Mother Russia, da?" he blows in my ear, holding me without letting me go.
I blush suddenly, while I look up. "I-Ivan..." I mutter scared. "Let me go..."
"Nyet." he replies without moving. "At least not until you won’t give me an answer."
"About... about what?" I ask, trying to loosen his grip.
"Become one with Mother Russia." repeats Ivan, giving me a kiss on the neck while moving my hair on the other side.
It follows another one, while I try not to give in to his touch on my skin.
At the third, things begins to be worse: I feel my defenses give i
“Oddio, Ivan!” esclamo, riportando la mia attenzione sul piccolo televisore davanti a noi. “Tutto questo per la giornata della vittoria? Che bello!”
Accanto a me, il ragazzo annuisce con un sorriso che brilla d’orgoglio mentre ammiro la parata che si sta svolgendo nella capitale. “Da.” mi conferma felice.
Prima che me ne possa rendere conto, lui mi passa alle spalle, attirandomi a sé avvolgendomi la sua sciarpa attorno al collo. “Allora, dorogaya, visto che ti piace tanto, diventa uno con madre Russia, da?” mi soffia all’orecchio, premendosi a me, senza lasciare la presa.
Arrossisco improvvisamente, mentre sollevo lo sguardo. “I-Ivan…” mormoro spaventata. “Lasciami…”
“Nyet.” replica lui senza muoversi. “Almeno finchè non mi darai una risposta.”
“Su… su cosa?” domando, cercando di allentare la sua presa.
“Diventa uno con madre Russia.&
My roommate is sleeping on the couch when I dab nervously the pencil on the big drawing book in front of me.
Sensing my movement, Heracles wakes up, remaining a few minutes to doze without moving. When he hears me snorting again, he stretches slowly, reaching out a hand to stroke the cat next to him. "Still the art class?" he asks, getting up and going to get something to drink in the fridge.
"Yeah..." I reply, crumpling the paper on which I had jotted down a few ideas in my brain-storming session.
"Can I help you?" asks me the boy, opening a bottle of water and taking a sip from it.
I blush slightly, while admire his muscular physique with a glance. "Oh, Heracles, thank you, but I wouldn’t...”
"Come on!" he interrupts me with a wave of his hand. "What is it?"
The redness on my cheeks becomes more evident. "Anatomy ..." I admit, trying not to stare with that stupid look I’ve when in front of me there are beautiful boys. "Eh... we need to illustrate an abstract concept
I Tear My Skin AwayI Tear My Skin Away
I tear this skin from my body,
Even if the world screams,
That I am only an illusion.
I tear the bones from my legs,
Through pain, I will grow,
Through suffering, I will become.
I rip the muscles from my arms,
These teeth from my jaws...
And with nothing upon me,
I carry on...
Like a broken puppet, still shivering,
Still forcing its way through the darkness;
I tremble for I am nothing...
And yet, I am moving. My voice still screams...
I draw breath into these tired lungs,
As I rip the flesh away...
And I shatter these mirrors before me,
With a voice that will not break:
Because the world cannot label me as nothing,
And I will live for my own sake!
"So tell me, is that all the pain you've got for me?"
You're beautifulPlease eat.
Are you listening to me?
If you are,
I want to tell you.
You re beautiful.
It doesn't matter what you weigh,
you shouldn't feel guilty about what you ate.
It doesn't matter,
I promise you things will get better.
Listen to my words,
Hold my hand.
Don't worry about the rest of the world,
It's okay if they don't understand,
How it feels like,
To feel fat,
To feel ugly,
To feel worthless.
You are none of those things.
It s okay to be chubby,
It s okay to be skinny.
Because you have a big heart.
And your smile,
Is like a priceless work of art.
And I don't want to see you destroy,
Because you're more than just a broken toy.
And to everyone else,
So for once let yourself be,
Accept your reflection.
Because you are the definition of perfection.
So don't worry,
Don't be sorry,
To be who you are.
Because you re,
Those Green Eyes (Or: Don't Lie to Your Kid)Those green eyes -
The green of joy
The green of hope
The green of love and acceptance -
Were always full of lies.
They first lied when I said,
After a nightmare at four am
When I was too small to reach a light switch,
“Will you ever leave me?”
And those eyes said,
Why did those green eyes
Shut when I needed them most?
"Are you okay?"
Would be a red line
That I would etch into myself
Those green eyes melted.
Those green eyes did shine
And I knew what it was -
I was young, not stupid -
But I indulged the lie,
For those green eyes.
"Will it get better?"
I asked one sunny Saturday
At ten in the morning
And those green eyes looked away;
“And you’ll be here forever?”
There were no words.
I made up my own affirmative.
Those green eyes -
When they saw
How I’d rubbed myself raw
notes on a matchbook love.if I were the type
to say how I really felt,
I'd tell you that
I hope you choke on your apologies
like they're arsenic
and your nails are already
with the poison.
I'd let you know
that I'll never be a body
for you to touch
just because I know that's all you want.
I'll never be a fairy in a bottle
at your waist.
this is no storybook, and
I am no myth.
hear my silence,
feel the cold absence
respond to your weak "I'm sorry"s.
I beg you,
stop digging the hole,
stop, just stop.
Hush and watch the flames
engulf the image you sold me.
you can tell me
I'm beautiful as much
as you want,
but I know that it's not enough,
that you'll always want more,
that you've been a wolf
between my legs all this time
and my fingers are bruised
from holding the leash.
now every time you whisper
"please be okay",
I will always tell you that
I'm fine, I'm fine, I'm fine.
I will forever pretend
that I've grown up from you,
that I've become a mystery
What is Hope?Hope is something we have as children,
It helps us thrive and try our hardest.
Hope is what we express in the worst of times
When all hope seems lost.
Hope is what people possess in life
To work toward our dreams.
Hope is a lie
That's not worth our time.
I Know You're Strong, Let's Be Stronger TogetherI Know You're Strong, Let's Be Stronger Together
if i’m being completely honest,
i can’t say i know what you’re goin’ through.
and if i’m being frank,
i’m sort of afraid to write this
because i’ve always been unsure
if i love too much but it’s my nature
and i’d rather lose by trying too hard
than to do so without doing enough.
i hope you’re asleep now
and i hope you don’t read this
till the morning and i hope by then
things will be a little lighter
but i’m hoping against hope
because if you don’t know,
i feel when things are off.
call it intuition, call it a feelin’,
say i just know it.
my friend, my door is always open
even when you’re feeling closed
off to the world and right there,
i can understand that feeling well,
because i still feel we relate to one another
better than most brothers understand their sisters.
know i look at you as a sibling
and i believe we know when the other
AnxietyAnxiety tapping on my door,
"Can I come inside your head?"
I shiver, not ready for its visit.
It charges in, smelling of worry.
Spends a morning, afternoon and night,
playing with my emotions.
A marionette dancing its old tune on rough strings.
Leaves me winded and praying to beat it the next time.
AltruismIt kills me inside
To see others suffering
I want to help
I try to help
But my efforts feel weak
I know I'm doing the best I can
With what I have
But I feel like
It's just not enough
But I keep trying
So I don't lose anymore friends
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