Custer Lyrics Novels & Stories

After a few minutes, the pain recessed, like a hand once clutching the insides of my stomach just decided to have pity on me and unclench its hard hold, the pain reducing in waves. I stared at the remaining content in the cup, my mouth twisting wearily from side to side as I pushed it forward away from me, not having anything left in me to stomach the remaining content. It's just a little, anyways. I picked my phone up and searched for all Lana Del Ray songs available on my phone and arranged them side by side before connecting my phone to the Bluetooth fixed into the huge set in the sitting room. Lana Del Ray soft voice started drifting out from the speakers, the beats vibrating loudly and

🎶 I was butchering the song like my life depended on it. On Lucian’s hoodie. Clutching a hairbrush like it was a microphone and my name was on the damn Coachella banner. (Oh my goddess.) My wolf sounded mortified. (You’re off-key, naked, and about three seconds from falling into that vase.) “Shut uuuup!” I whined, swaying like a malfunctioning stripper. “I am healing.” 🎶 “High all the time, to keep you off my mind…

Ethan said to himself with pride, "You have an eye for beauty. I took care of these roses myself. "The best fertilizer was used. Some scum's rotten flesh." I looked at him, my face devoid of any emotion, and said slowly, "I don't just want them dead." Ethan's eyes lit up with delight and he proudly showed off, as if to say, "I understand you." "This is just a small part of the thugs. After they were castrated, we buried them here." With that, Ethan led me to the car and drove us to an underground casino.

CERENA || We had arrived the club about an hour ago and Susan was already drunk next to me. "Cerena baby, come on fuck him, stop thinking about him. Let's get drunk and then you help me find someone I can put on their knees today". she said, while dragging me to the middle of the club. Your Guilty Pleasure by Henry Verus was currently playing all throughout the club and it was one of our favourite jams. Susan placed her hands on my hips from behind moving them while I pushed Dan all the way to the back of my mind, gently moving my hips slowly against hers.

And I thought I saw you out there crying And I thought I heard you call my name And I thought I heard you out there crying But are we all lost stars Trying to light up the dark? But are we all lost stars Trying to light up the dark?

“Don’t leave me, Sienna. Everyone else has. My band, my so-called friends… they all fucking left. I know I’m messed up. I know I push too hard. But I need you here. Stay. Please.” I didn’t know what to say. The raw pain in his eyes cracked something inside me. He disappeared into the kitchen for a minute and came back with my favorite iced coffee — the one with extra caramel he’d somehow remembered. Later, he sat me on the studio couch and picked up his guitar. “I wrote this last night,” he said quietly. “After you slapped me. After you came for me.” His raspy voice filled the room as he sang. The lyrics were dark, beautiful, and painfully honest — about a cop who cuffed his heart and refuse

Never knowing who to trust like this You don't wanna be stuck up on that stage singing Stuck up on that stage singing All I know are sad songs, sad songs Darling, all I know are sad songs, sad songs I'm just a singer who already blew his shot I get along with old timers 'Cause my name's a reminder of a pop song people forgot And I can't keep a girl, no 'Cause as soon as the sun comes up I cut 'em all loose and work's my excuse But the truth is I can't open up Now you don't wanna be high like me Never really knowing why like me You don't ever wanna step off that roller coaster and be all alone You don't wanna ride the bus like this Never knowing who to trust like this You don't wanna be stuck

She was soft and felt right for his arms. His cheeks started to flare up and he felt uncomfortable down there. It’s been a while since the breakup and he felt it would be too impure to jerk off in Fin’s apartment. In fact, he shouldn’t be hard for Fin’s body at all! The best way is to start imagining the weirdest things he could come up with. Stone Cold Steve Austin in a tutu dress, he chanted, mentally. Stone Cold Steve Austin in a tutu dress. It took a while till he sighed. Finally, his member softened.

I don't think they'd understand it, no I don't think they would accept me, no I loved and I loved and I lost you I loved and I loved and I lost you I loved and I loved and I lost you And it hurts like hell Yeah it hurts like hell Dreams fight with machines Inside my head like adversaries Come wrestle me free Clean from the war Your heart fits like a key Into the lock on the wall I turn it over, I turn it over But I can't escape I turn it over, I turn it over I loved and I loved and I lost you I loved and I loved and I lost you I loved and I loved and I lost you And it hurts like hell -Cut by Plumb I’m not a stranger No, I am yours With crippled anger And tears that still drip sore A fragile

Breaking the ceiling ‘Cause I believe the world is ours We’re all the way up, up, up We’ll never look down, down, down I got a feeling That it was written in the stars Oh oh, woah oh, woah oh That it was written in the stars If you ever get stuck with nowhere to run When you’re covered in clouds I’ll show you the sun Our time to shine, we’ve just begun We’re all the way up, up, up No more Breaking the ceiling ‘Cause I believe the world is ours We’re all the way up, up, up Not reachable, fly high I got a feeling That it was written in the stars Woah oh, oh woah That it was written in the stars Oh.. oh woah.. oh woah.. That it was written in the stars Oh..