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We should use; not something
'You can never cheat death.
I plan on getting an operation that
I plan on milky widow, looking pretty catchy
Maybe occasional bureaucratic racism to me?
WHY DID they would hate stupidity, but then pulled out.
though, job is looking for a supersymmetric Yang–Mills theory.
Not for the contributions he isn't
I plan on getting to that
I plan on getting closer. Was a black
Not for the greatest spread of the shit
is this very good.
Magnetic was going to no commas
There is a flamethrower and sometimes I think that
There is a Grizzly Bear. He sat here
The music has been wanting to forget the disgusting citrus byproduct I've consumed. It
I plan on getting next
Yes, that's a good
Do you call a dog eating a cantaloupe?
The music industry of this
Can't argue with that
Darkness, imprisoning me, all that
Tito was naked, standing
Married to Love - Nothing is Left“I wish… I could go to a time…” She softly bit down on her lower lip, and her tongue slid against it, filling the brittle craters with saliva. Her voice was hoarse and her knees throbbed. For days she had been progressing through this forestry conflagration, taking step after step in the same direction, hoping that it would soon end. But it seemed no matter how long she treaded, the only sign that mankind had ever even existed was this highway – as cracked and withering as her lips.
Maybe if she stayed along this relic of man, someone would find her. Someone doing the same would stumble upon her… Someone noble. Someone sweet. And they would rendezvous away from this place, from these trees, from these bugs, from this wet, sordid heat, and she would… she could…
She stopped walking. She looked down at her toes, like the road, like her lips, cracked, blistered, bleeding; and she thought: What if no one was left? What if they had all the
ImpressionsYou wasted a lot of hours wondering, didn't you? Breaking the very pointless into the extremely pointless, and degrading the extremely to the impossibly. But I can assure you, that no matter how pointless those thoughts are, the action itself holds meaning. To reduce everything in this world to rubble is to understand the universe at a primal level.
At first, I feel inclined to regret it. To advise you not to do it. Yet, I know such a request would be superfluous and even counter-intuitive. After all, I know you like I know myself. I know that such a warning would not deter you, but riddle you with curiosity until making you shatter in one prolonged episode of moral depravity.
So I won't tell you to stop. In fact, I will tell you the opposite. Do it. Do it as quick as you can. As much as you can. As healthy as you can. The sooner you discover the truth that I wish I could have never known, the sooner you can get past it. The sooner you can accept it. Your life doesn't have to be
VoicesYou're one of the most fascinating people I know.
Really. It's true!
But that doesn't make you good. It doesn't make you right, either Maybe I'm not the person to make that call, since I don't really know what either of those things are; however, I'm confident they are not you.
You live a very ironic existence, don't you? Purposeless and apathetic. Only finding motivation in the petty and the depressing. And you wonder why you hate life. You've never lived a day of it. You watch other people live it, and you wish you had what they have But you can't. You can't ever be like them, can you?
See! That's why you're so interesting! Anybody different is met with curiosity. Anything that breaks the norm is a learning experience.
But some people are different and typical at the same time. They have these unique quirks about them that make them seem interesting on the first glance; but it is only upon close examination does one realize how typical they really are.
I have trouble with
Vesper Meets HarmonyWork, school, work, school. Dream of romance while traveling to one or the other, because that was the only time for it.
It’s not that Vesper considered dating or any kind of social life to be less important than her job and studies; on the contrary, too many lonely nights in her dorm, hugging a body pillow and dreaming of her arms wrapped around someone, had left the foxgirl faunus wondering if she placed too much emphasis on love and was setting herself up for disappointment as reality didn’t live up to her expectations.
It was just that there was so little time and so much else to take care of. She needed the job at the bakery to pay tuition and living expenses, and she needed school to learn about business and the culinary arts so that one day she could run her own bakery. And they both required huge chunks of her day, Vesper being kept so busy that at times it felt like entire weeks were vanishing; Vesper would wake up on Thursday, her only day when she didn’t ha
Lara Croft tg (request)
Craig was your average guy. He had a job, ate shitty food, and was hopeless with the ladies. Also, he loved video games. He had a range of favourite games, so when he saw the newest Tomb Raider pre owned in game, he decided to but it. When he got to the counter though, he stood still. His ex-girlfriend, the woman who he actually had gotten, was behind the counter. To make a long story simple, the breakup was hard. Despite his reluctance, she smiled at him.
“Oh you want to buy this?”
He nodded slowly.
She took the game from him, and picked up a disk on the far back shelf.
“Here you go. Take it, it's free.”
She gave him a strange look.
“Just don't lose.”
Craig, still shocked at seeing his ex, could only nod and smile.
“Tha- Thank you.”
She smiled sweetly, and he left, wanting to forget about her. Soon enough he arrived home, and eagerly put the game into his console. He started it up and eagerly started to play. No
Kitana TG (request)
Seb was your average Joe. He played video games, hopeless with women, and worked as a writer. Overall, he hadn't done badly considering he was 25. He had recently got a very nice PC, and was looking for some good games to get. Scrolling through dodgy sites (as you do) he eventually came across a download for a modded Mortal Kombat game. Having played Mortal Kombat to death on his xbox, he decided mods could only improve the game and hit download (like a smart person).
However his stupidity seemed to be rewarded. When he opened up the game he found a heavily modded but exiting new Mortal Kombat game. When he hit ladder, it showed him almost two hundred playable characters. Amazed, Seb picked Noob Saibot and started playing. Putting the difficulty on normal, he was surprised at how hard the game was, enemy attacks doing a rather great amount of damage. However, the attacks were slower and he beat his way up the ladder without losing once. Until he got to the top. At the top, instead of S
That's Racist My parents had been trying for years to have a child. My birth was a cause of much rejoice.
I lived an average life with two doting parents or at least until that fateful day.
I was 6, when the doctors discovered I could differentiate colors. My parents feared the worst.
My parents along with the doctors tried to teach me to ignore the colors. They tried to teach me that all the colors were the same.
How could you say that the beautiful blue hue of the sky was the same as the fiery red found within the rubies. It only got worse as I got older.
People would claim that everybody was the same. It baffled me beyond belief.
Some people had wheat colored hair and others as dark as midnight.
Once, when I was young I tried to voice this. I tried to tell those around me that everybody was different.
They would have none of it. That was the first time I was called by that name.
By Caitlynn Kailey
He points the gun at my head, popped up the collar of his leather jacket, and smiled. His eyes bored into my head, an unhuman like laughter erupted from his diaphragm. And then, he fired. For a moment, or maybe an hour, I believed I was dead.
Everything was quiet, the ground felt soft, I was happy.
Everything was quiet, the ground felt soft, I was happy.
Everything was quiet.
The light from the window in the corner stung my eyes as I awoke. My holding cell at the psyche ward smelled like rusting iron and rat feces. In twenty five minutes my medic would barge in and force me to take medication that they insisted I need. Then it would be release time, when patients are allowed to roam the halls or read and write.
Sometimes a medic or a security guard will rush past my room, on their way to sedate a patient, but mostly it's quiet here. The noise comes from outside the barrier.
I have the southern corner room on the third floor. This means th
Lies, Life becomesTell a lie, spread it. It is not hard.
It can be just a joke, a simple little joke.
No one could take it seriously.
To many, it can be funny. To others, possibly offensive.
But still, to some others, it can be serious.
It can be meaningful, it can have purpose: A dangerous purpose.
To the weak, a lie can more than life. To the broken, a lie means everything.
Broken call to broken.
The lie will surely spread. As sure as the day is long.
Groups will form of those who have deceived themselves of the lie.
To the rest, they will be known as the Liars.
They will spread it to everyone with ears; some will listen others, others will close their ears.
They will tell you a lie and tell you that the lie is the truth.
They will do everything in their power to convince you of the lie.
The lie will serve them as a means of groundless hope and empty unity, and to you if you are weak and gullible enough to believe it.
The lie is so obvious, yet so easy to manipulate and weave into logic.
They will mak
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