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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
Something awful. (Part 3)I'm so very, very sorry that this part has taken so long for me to put up. I know there are only a very few people who are following this story, but I love you all.
I've recently been doing a lot of non-DeviantArt work including working on scripts for a friend's comedy sketch show. I've been writing my own short comedy pieces as-well as editing other people's scripts and it's been really time consuming.
But here we go, here's the 3rd part of 'Something Awful'. I really am falling so much more and more in love with this story as I write it.
The Character of Milo started off as just some kid who I could do horrible stuff to, but I have come to cherish him so much.
I don't know if you saw my last journal post, but I'm planning on putting a lot of these novellas together and then sending them out on Lulu to hopefully earn some money. Therefore any feedback will be much appreciated.
My good Mate Lethus1 has given me some awesome feedback on the first part, as-well as the prequel 'Number 93'
It's Like A DreamTaylor carefully adjusted baby Dylan in her arms, cradling him to her shoulder as she entered the arena, her eyes falling on Dustin as he stood talking with Greg, better known as Trent?. Her husband noticed her walking across the room, his face lighting up.
"There's my baby mama!" He met her halfway, kissing her softly before taking Dylan from her arms. Turning back to Greg, he held his son out proudly. "Isn't that the handsomest little boy you've ever seen? He gets all his good looks from me!"
Greg laughed. "Nah, I think most of his looks came from his mama, man." He hugged Taylor as she walked up, the redhead laughing as well.
"I never knew fatherhood would go to his head so fast." Taylor smirked at her husband, who simply stuck his tongue out in response. Then they were interrupted as two female voices screamed Taylor's name, the redhead spinning around to see Emily and Victoria rushing towards her. She began to tear up, rushing to meet her friends in a three way hug. "Emmie, Tori,
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