Bouquet of DandelionsI watched her picking dandelions with a sort of absurd fascination. I saw the dandelions as a sort of virus, slowly creeping up the hill and onto the side of the tree and ruining the beauty of the tree. I’m sure many would agree with me. And yet there she was, making her own little bouquet of ugly yellow dandelions and singing some stupid song that she probably heard off of “The Sound of Music” or something.Bouquet of Dandelions
“Melody, stop singing. You’re being stupid.” I said. I’d never tell her I thought her voice was as sweet as milked honey. A swelled ego is never a good thing to have. Besides, she never too
How It Feels To Die -- part 1I've always wanted to know what it felt like to die. I'm not suicidal, nor am I a masochist. I'm just curious what it feels like in those last moments before death. I know...morbid, right? That's what everyone else said when I mentioned it at a funeral for one of the school Quarter-backs. But it's the honest truth. I wanted to know what it felt like to die.How It Feels To Die -- part 1
And, unfortunately, I got my wish.
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"Take a number, please."
"What?" I said, still feeling a bit discombobulated. Death tends to do that to you.
The old woman grunted. "I said take a numb
Acceptance: part 1It was shortly after noon, and the hustle-and-bustle of the Cafe had not yet set in. It was Sunday, so most of the Cafe's usual residents were still at church for the day leaving the Cafe empty except for one table, where a woman and her son were drinking tea, seemingly oblivious to the lack of company.Acceptance: part 1
The woman, a tan raccoon with cream accents and neat brown hair, wore a green dress with conservative yellow daisies. She was somewhat heavy-set, a detail made even more prominent in comparison as she sat next to her son. He was lean with a bit of muscle (though nothing too visible), with scruffy hair perfect for a teenage just e
Surreal DreamsThrough my head races a dream Heaven-Esque Surreal...Surreal Dreams
I am taken to a safe place I feel protected, secure I feel a comforting warmth...
My vision pulls back, yet there I stay I see myself with a figure, smaller than I, yet no less comforting In her arms, there I lay
I feel no sorrow, no remorse Only the happiness flow warm through my veins And her soft caress on my skin
As I awake, I come to find no welcoming and soft light Nothing but my room But the happiness is still there...
And there still lays my lover
Best.
~Civil
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you have no idea how much ass you kick
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Dancing at discos, eating cheese on toast....
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be yourself
everyone else is already taken.
Thanks for the favourite on me luffable phsycopath Joey. <3
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Thanks for the watch, darling.
Returning the favour since I just love your writing.. ;D
..and kinda 'cause dA booted you from my watchlist on Ayasky.
*poutpout*
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