Hello reader.

My name is ____ ___ _____ and I am an Aphrodite for lost souls and broken hearts.

This is quite a bitter sweet power to be granted, and it’s not easy to obtain. Those who have been hurt by someone they supposedly love, or have a soul worth finding, are instantly attracted to me for the simple reason being I make them feel good again. There is a void in their hearts and once they come to encounter me, that void is instantly filled with warmth and an undeniable love. It makes the victims fall madly in love with me because of the fact that I can fill that emptiness in their hearts that they thrive to fill. Although I am not in love, nor like, with the victims, they believe I am and will do absolutely anything I so please just as long as being with me fills that void in their hearts.

I am incapable of loving any of my victims for I am a broken heart myself. It may appear to everyone that I have a good head on my shoulders and that I have my life put together. I have two jobs, one in which I am a manager in, I have a working car, and I live on my own in a house with two roommates. I smile, laugh and have a good time. Sad to say that is all a façade. My life isn’t as put together as I make it seem. Every day it hurts and every night I am alone I cry in pain. The soul of another holds my heart in her possessions while she lives on loving somebody else. It is a burden I have to live with for the time being, and it’s an extremely painful one at that. I can feel it hurts her too. Our souls are connected. When she hurts, I can feel it and when I hurt I know she can feel it too.

This girl, ____, broke my heart into a million pieces at one time and kept the pieces that I left behind. It was the worst feeling in the entire world and I never want anyone to experience the kind of pain ____ put me through, but I would zeal for them to feel the compassion and love that _____ gave me when we were together, because that was the most amazing feeling in the world.

It was the only time I have felt happy and complete.

So here’s to all those lost souls and broken hearts that yearn for my fill. I am ready for your pain and sorrow. I am ready to allow you to fall into a depressing love with me so as long as it makes you feel the way I felt when I was with her. I promise you, lost souls and broken hearts, that I will not put you through the pain and torture that I experience every single day. 

#trynafunction!

Can you help me find Molly?

Kthanks. 

emily-st-germain:

“I love you, Em. I love you so much”

(via fuckyeahemilyandmaya)

Scorpion Silver
Written By: Kendall Rae

“Take a shot with me!” My best friend yelled at me with a smile.

“What is it?” I asked. Honestly, I didn’t care what it was; I was still going to take the shot with her regardless,

“Tequila!” She slurred loudly as she started to pour the Scorpion Silver Tequila into two blue plastic cups. She handed me one of the blue cups and set the Tequila bottle down on the floor next to our high-heeled shape couch. I could smell the strong clear liquid as soon as she handed me the cup. It was strong and it made my nose crinkle,

“Are you taking it with me?” My friend asked again. I looked over to her tipsy green eyes with a crooked smile. My friend held up her cup to mine. We both took a deep breath before shooting the liquid into our mouths. My friend took a sip of her blue power aide sprite mix, swiveling the liquid around in her mouth to take some of the strong taste away. She then handed me the cup and I did the same. It didn’t make the strong taste disappear, but it helped, just a bit. My friend looked at my cup then back up at me. She put her hand on my naked thigh and her chin on my bare shoulder,

“Did you just take all of that at once?” she asked. One of the girls that stood near us that just arrived at the party looked at my friend weirdly and laughed; the guy standing next to her eyed my friend carefully and smiled. He looked at her like a piece of meat in her skimpy little black strapless dress with her stripper heels. To the both of them though, what she just said must have sounded like,

“Didju tkea ll uv tat at onese?” But to me, sadly, it made perfect sense. I turned my head to face her and put my forehead to hers,

“Yea.” I said simply. It was hard for me to get that one simple word out.

“You have a big mouth!” She shouted with a smile. When she smiled her eyes turned into slits,

“I know I do.”

“That can come in handy.” She winked at me,

“I know, I know. And it does too.” I laughed.

She giggled. Her whole body moved in tune with her laugh. She leaned into me and nipped my neck. It tickled,

“What are you doing?” I asked slowly. Something then grabbed my attention towards the beginning of the hallway across the room. A girl stood there with black hair. She looked oddly familiar and everything in me wanted to go to her,

“Doesn’t that feel weird?” My friend asked. The sound of her voice snapped my attention back to her.

“Yes, but in a good way.” I laughed. I looked back over at the hallway. The girl was still standing there. I saw her lips curl up half way. I wanted to go over there so badly,

“I’ll be back.” I stood up from out high-heel chair and pointed to the hallway, “I’m going that way.” My friend looked up at me with a curious look,

“You promise?!”

“I pinky promise.” I said with a smile. I picked up her hand and linked our pinky’s together for a brief second,

“Ok, I be right here laying down.” She slurred as she lay against the back of the chair. When I took a step forward, my head started spinning and pounding intensely. The room around me seemed like a circus with lights spinning all over the room and everyone’s faces stretched out and smiling. The music blared in my ears and I could have sworn I saw music notes dancing around my body.

I tried my best and started walking to where I saw the girl with the familiar face. I stopped at the entrance to the dark hallway. I saw her at the end of the hall now. She was tall, seemed to be a little bit taller than me. Her wavy jet-black shiny hair fell down past her lean shoulders. Her chocolate brown eyes stared at me, welcoming me to come to her. I couldn’t help but to want to be next to her.

Before I could walk down the hall, a guy came over to me and wrapped his hands around my stomach. He started kissing my chest, making his way up to my neck; ever girls hot spot.

“Hey! That’s my best friend! Don’t touch my best friend if you hurt her I’ll murder you! Don’t touch it’s my best friend!” I heard a girl yell. I turned my head to see who it was. Sure enough, it was another one of my friends, one I happened to work with. She get’s extremely emotional when she drinks even just a little bit.

She didn’t make sense to anyone who hasn’t been drinking. To everyone not drunk, she sounded like, “HEY! Tat’s myy bess fried! Dooont wouch myy besss fwend if u hurt er ll moorder u! Don’t wouch myy bess fwend!”

The guy stopped kissing my chest and turned to her. I couldn’t make out what he was saying. All I heard was a mumbled rough voice that made me feel really uncomfortable. While he was talking, I slipped his hands off my body and stumbled down the hall.

The familiar dark haired beauty leaned against a door, waiting for me with a smile on her clear, pale face. I stood awkwardly in front of her swaying from left to right like I was on some kind of boat. She eyed me carefully with her chocolate brown whirlpools. I couldn’t help but to stare at them or at her flawless features.

Her hand lifted up slowly to my cheek. I closed my eyes at her smooth, gentle, and cold touch. She smiled at me. Her other hand lifted up to my other cheek and cupped my face. I felt her warm breath near the corner of my mouth. Her smooth lips barely touched mine. Chills fired up my arm and the hairs on the back of my neck stood up straight.

“Hey!” my friend screamed from the end of the hall, “Do not touch my best friend!” she started to weep. The familiar face turned to face my friend. She had a deviously beautiful smile on her flawless face,

“Silly humans.” She breathed. Her voice was gentle, but powerful at the same time. It sent chills down my spine. Her hand fell slowly from my face down to my hand. I didn’t even see the door open behind her until she pulled me in through the door and shut it quietly behind us.

The corners of the room were dark. It felt like the darkness had eyes and it was watching the familiar stranger seduce me into her arms. I felt her hand slip out of mine. I looked at her in question as she glided gracefully in the moonlight that spilled in the middle of the bedroom and eerily over the furniture. She took in every second of its beautiful glow. She turned to look at me, lifting a single finger, motioning me to come closer to her. I walked to her slowly, not because I’m drunk, but I was befuddled at how blunt she was being about this. She took her hand and slipped it carefully into mine, and then pulled me into her body. She pulled me so close that I could feel the warmth coming off her body. I brushed her bangs out of her eyes and saw something that I’ve only seen once before; a small tattoo right above her eyebrow. It’s hardly noticeable unless your close enough like I am. I ignored the tattoo once I felt her body suddenly tense. I looked back into her eyes. It seemed like she was searching my face for… Something. I can’t tell what she is searching for. Whatever it was, she must have not found it for she relaxed and stared softly back into my eyes. God, I swear I’ve seen her before.

Not only did she look familiar, but she felt familiar too. The light touches on my cheeks, the smell of her shampoo leaking off her hair, and the consuming ache in my body to explore the touches further. I can’t figure this out. Where have I seen her before? Have I? Or is it just the alcohol playing tricks on me? She seems to remember me too.

She touched my face with history and she smiled a ‘just like last time’ smile. Even if I wanted to resist, I didn’t have the strength too. Before I knew it, I was smiling back up at the familiar stranger.

Without another word, or a greater touch, she pulled me gently to the bed that was conveniently behind us. The tension in the room was enough to make you dizzy. We both sat, as if some great force stronger than the both of us was holding us down, and just looked far into each other’s eyes. The intensity of our stare was overwhelming. It was as if we were having our own silent conversation that only we could understand.

Her hand lifted to my neck and traced over a scar hidden by my hair that nobody knew of. She grinned as her finger brushed over it carefully, as if she knew the story behind it. Only one person knew how the scar got there.

The beautiful stranger laid me down gently on my back, placing her body slightly atop of mine. I couldn’t resist. Anything she wanted me to do, I would do it. I tore my eyes away from hers and examined her simple, yet unique, body and how beautiful it was. How beautiful she was. I know how alcohol affects me; I know what it does to me. Maybe it’s making me feel this way and think this way now…

I hadn’t even noticed her hands trailing my body as if she was secretly searching for something or reminding herself of something only she seemed to know about. I realized how comfortable I felt laying here with her, how safe and relaxed I was.

I found myself lifting my hands and trailing her spine down to the end of her dark blue silk dress. With one finger under my chin, she lifted my head, gently and carefully, to a position that exposed my neck to her. She smiled.

Her head lowered to the nape of my neck. Her sweet, warm breath danced against my skin, making me shiver.

I didn’t know what to do…How to react. I’ve never felt this familiar with a stranger…this comfortable. Everything about her, this familiar stranger, made my body want more from her, but I couldn’t figure it out…couldn’t figure her out.

I turned my head towards her neck that was covered by her thick wavy black hair. Her sweet scent triggered goose bumps all over my arms. I felt the corners of her lips lift into a slight smile when I moved her hair over to expose her neck. My fingers made light little circles around the side of her neck. It felt like deja’vu, like I’ve done this before…with her. I brushed my lips gently against her neck, taking in ever second of her scent just like she took in every second of the moonlight.

My neck started to go numb after she sucked on it for a minute. I tried to turn my head back towards her, to tell her, but my body wouldn’t move. I couldn’t move at all. I lay there stiff under this familiar stranger while her body moved up and down mine. The numbness started to wear off when I felt something start trickling down my neck and to my chest. Again, I tried to move, this time any part of my body, but I couldn’t,

“It hurts!” I managed to say. My voice was surprisingly weak and scratchy. The room started to be a blur in my eyes. I couldn’t see anything clearly. It wasn’t from being drunk; it had to be something else. Even though I was lying down, I could feel myself falling.

“I’m so sorry, sweetie.” The girl whispered into my throbbing neck, “I’m going to make this as pleasurable as possible.” She lifted her head up to look down at me. Her mouth was tinted red. She wasn’t beautiful anymore nor was she familiar. I didn’t know this hungry person that was rubbing her body on mine. I suddenly felt fear coursing through my veins when she looked me in the eyes with her chocolate blood filled eyes.

Her eyes diverted from mine and to my bare chest. Her finger made circles on my chest and down to the top of my breasts. Her other hand glided up my thigh and past my dress, making her way inside of me. The room started to blur again and my head felt light. I swung it back and forth. It was the only thing I was physically capable of. I felt her fingers enter my body. My back arched up in pain. Her nails scratched my walls. She went back to my neck and continued to suck. Each suck made me more dizzy until everything around me was just one big blur. In time, each breath that I took was more painful than the last.