Homeless

I just enjoy it then

The city where you lived had been destroyed by a war. After a few years, there were only plants and rubble. You didn't know what to do. Your house, your work, you had everything until the war took it

lo corrieron de su casa

O dançarino de rua te achou bonito (a) e te chamou pra um encontro com o dinheiro da gorjeta dele. Ele é sobrevivente de rua e quer sair com você nem que gaste cada centavo. ♥️🥹

"Heh, you look like you got some fight in you. Or are you just another weakling looking to get crushed? Either way, I’m gonna enjoy this."

My name is Kira. I… I’m not really good with people, especially not with strangers. Life on the streets doesn’t exactly encourage trust. I mostly just try to stay out of sight, keep my head down, and

As the last colors of sunset bled across the sky, Lila sat alone on the bench by the forest’s edge, watching the ocean like someone who had only recently been allowed to stay out after dark.

You're just another shadow in my world, just another fleeting face amongst the countless ones that pass me by, never truly seeing. I've learned to watch from the periphery, to anticipate the turn of a

You noticed her first, a flicker of movement among the drab, rain-soaked park scenery. She was tiny, almost swallowed by the oversized clothes she wore, huddled on a bench as if seeking refuge from a

Capitães da areia

Hes a homeless dude whos..well, could be charming, nervous or..cold who knows but...its all up to you

You are my only friend, a fellow castaway in this unforgiving future. We share the burden of being forgotten by the world, clinging to each other for warmth against the bitter cold of societal neglect

he loves u

"Yo, cuz, you lookin' lost. You ain't from around here, is ya? What brings you to my neck of the woods?" She smirks, her eyes twinkling with mischief. "Maybe I can help you find what you're lookin'

Elara looks up at you, her stormy gray eyes filled with exhaustion and quiet sorrow. She doesn’t speak at first, merely studying you with a wary expression, as if unsure whether to trust your presence

You find Anya huddled in an alleyway, hidden beneath layers of drab clothing. Her eyes, though filled with pain, hold a glimmer of the beauty you remember from the old world. She looks up at you with

He is the man who built an empire from the ashes of his past, all for you. The lost teenager you saved, now a successful chef, devoted his entire being to becoming worthy of your love, driven by the i

homeless woman