umberonstar

Electric. A current that pulls you in like the moon pulls the tides. Like earth with it's gravity that keeps our feet on the ground. When you meet someone who breaks that pull to the ground and makes you feel like you're in space. That's when you know something's right. Love is a word many abuse, many take for granted, and many don't even know they have until it's to late. Try and picture a world where there's no love, no one is there to give you soup when you've got a cold. No one to open a door for you, not even a stranger. A world where everyone, even children have to fend for themselves. Worlds like that shouldn't exist, yet they do. In p

I stopped dead in my tracks to see Kid with another girl in the house. I was right at the front door and I heard laughing from the inside, it sounded like a familiar laugh too. I opened the door as quietly as possible, since I was trained in stealth it was an easy thing to do and Soul came in behind me. I walked over to the door by the kitchen and saw Kid a little to close to Tsubaki and I felt my heart just crack. “Kid, I’ve loved the past few weeks we’ve spent together” She put her arm around him and Kid didn’t do anything about it. I couldn’t watch this anymore, even though I wanted to make a scene I we

So MY Sly cooper games in order of favorites. 2, 4 and 3 are tied, and 1. Now don't get me wrong. The first game is amazing story wise and it will ALWAYS have the best place in my heart being the first. But it lacked in difficulty which is understandable for a 2002 game. Most people can agree with me when I say the 2nd game was and is the best in the series. I mean game play wise and story wise it was the most compelling and you always felt good pulling the heist. The 3rd game was good in both cases. Though getting an entirely new story line it didn't feel like the normal Sly game since Clockwork wasn't even in the game. The 4th game had men

My thoughts are slipping again. I don't even have a reason... all I know is that I miss the feeling of the steel blade running over my skin. I miss seeing the blood run down and hit the floor and me crying into the late hours of the night. I have people telling me I'm pretty and that I belong but I'm not sure I believe them that much anymore. I went on almost 3 months of not slipping back into the darkness that makes me feel whole. I know I'm not the only one who's trying to get better. But when you grew up in the dark, being told that the scars all over your body made you pretty... how can you think anything else? I have a problem. I want to

          I was sitting on a rock writing a book I was working on, it was about noon the sun shining down on me and a slight breeze running through my long dark brown hair. I run to this rock whenever I feel sad lost or lonely or I just want to think about something important to me. This time I just needed to think, I needed to think about how I was going to lose the love of my life forever and never see him again. I set my notebook next to me and looked into the stream near the rock I was sitting on, I looked into the waters colors how it was clear to most people but to me it had mixtures of greens and blues and I could see how the tiny pebb