She had awoken some time ago, and moved toward the bright area for some food. But she had stopped cold, just inside the shadow, when she spotted them. Tiny creatures, crawling around as if establishing a colony for themselves, here in a world she had endured by itself since countless sunrises ago. It was parasites like those that had killed off the rest of her tribe, so she was wary
of making any contact with them.
tonykeyesjapan
And I leached and leached off of you, taking your love and everything you offered me, drying you like a well. I took everything from you and you never complained. You let me until you left me. Alone and by myself, looking for my next.
Para para.. parasite. para para.. parasite. life goes on and get so heavy, blah blah blah blah blah blah blah blah. Song by Coldplay. Anyway, here in the philippines, theres nothing much to do. i want to get out of here and start a new life. government is corrupt, wife is plain boring. But the only reason I’m here is because of my son..
She couldn’t stand him anymore. She knew that the relationship was unhealthy, and that he was simply a parasite on her own happiness. It was time to detach and connect back to a reality without him with her.
Under the microscope lens, the things looked like a fabric pattern.Except for the tiny hairlike legs and smudgy eyes. The eye were the worst, the idea that they were watching everything that went on inside her. Too intimate.
Sam pushed back in her chair. “I want them out,” she said.
He was like a parasite. Used me for my money and my body and never even made me orgasm. Got a credit card with the fucker to save his dog, who died anyway. He paid it off and I closed it, so all was well. Two years after breaking my heart and not speaking to me, he wants tit pics and to fuck me again.
Jessica
This is an experiment in mental rearrangement. The parasites that take up my obsessive thoughts get pushed out when I have an outlet to release them through. There is no room for wasting space.
There are those that become parasites because they know of no other way to exist in the world. Their path is a dark one, filled with sorrow, greed, torment, and betrayal. A parasite should not be. They kill the light instead of letting it grow further.
Juliette Marquis
tiny creatures crawling through the much, nothing much changes if you aren’t careful; there’s a world out there for them to invade, to plunder, to tear apart with greedy claws and bury themselves so deep inside you’ll never know they’re there. it’s a strange creature, crawling, worming, squirming, from the pit into your life
There are so many parasites in my life: clingy people who just talk and take while I just listen and wait. I want to get them off of me, to be free and able to spend my time around people whom I actually enjoy and who enjoy me as well. But at the same time, I know that these parasitic people are trying to live and socialize, just like me. I’m afraid that if I cut them off, I will hurt them, the way a flea thrown from a dog will starve. Maybe they will just find another host to feed their egos. But what if they don’t? I know what it is to be lonely and I don’t want anyone, not even a parasite to feel that way.
She had awoken some time ago, and moved toward the bright area for some food. But she had stopped cold, just inside the shadow, when she spotted them. Tiny creatures, crawling around as if establishing a colony for themselves, here in a world she had endured by itself since countless sunrises ago. It was parasites like those that had killed off the rest of her tribe, so she was wary
of making any contact with them.
And I leached and leached off of you, taking your love and everything you offered me, drying you like a well. I took everything from you and you never complained. You let me until you left me. Alone and by myself, looking for my next.
Para para.. parasite. para para.. parasite. life goes on and get so heavy, blah blah blah blah blah blah blah blah. Song by Coldplay. Anyway, here in the philippines, theres nothing much to do. i want to get out of here and start a new life. government is corrupt, wife is plain boring. But the only reason I’m here is because of my son..
She couldn’t stand him anymore. She knew that the relationship was unhealthy, and that he was simply a parasite on her own happiness. It was time to detach and connect back to a reality without him with her.
Under the microscope lens, the things looked like a fabric pattern.Except for the tiny hairlike legs and smudgy eyes. The eye were the worst, the idea that they were watching everything that went on inside her. Too intimate.
Sam pushed back in her chair. “I want them out,” she said.
Maddie rattled a jar of pills.
He was like a parasite. Used me for my money and my body and never even made me orgasm. Got a credit card with the fucker to save his dog, who died anyway. He paid it off and I closed it, so all was well. Two years after breaking my heart and not speaking to me, he wants tit pics and to fuck me again.
This is an experiment in mental rearrangement. The parasites that take up my obsessive thoughts get pushed out when I have an outlet to release them through. There is no room for wasting space.
There are those that become parasites because they know of no other way to exist in the world. Their path is a dark one, filled with sorrow, greed, torment, and betrayal. A parasite should not be. They kill the light instead of letting it grow further.
tiny creatures crawling through the much, nothing much changes if you aren’t careful; there’s a world out there for them to invade, to plunder, to tear apart with greedy claws and bury themselves so deep inside you’ll never know they’re there. it’s a strange creature, crawling, worming, squirming, from the pit into your life
There are so many parasites in my life: clingy people who just talk and take while I just listen and wait. I want to get them off of me, to be free and able to spend my time around people whom I actually enjoy and who enjoy me as well. But at the same time, I know that these parasitic people are trying to live and socialize, just like me. I’m afraid that if I cut them off, I will hurt them, the way a flea thrown from a dog will starve. Maybe they will just find another host to feed their egos. But what if they don’t? I know what it is to be lonely and I don’t want anyone, not even a parasite to feel that way.