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my friend, my stranger, you.Someone asked about you the other week. Asked if I knew you. And of course I said yes, because we've been in the same classes since we were five-six-seven-something or other and talked laughed and had lunch together for what feels like longer. Yes, I said, yes, I knew her.my friend, my stranger, you.
Now I think I was lying.
I know you...a you...a side of you. A side that raced with me through bushes and scurried up trees with me and couldn't have cared less how many stains appeared on her shirt or how many times a thorn slit her finger. A side that came with me to department stores to tape over security cameras or to the school bathrooms to sq


never stop goingFather was the kind of man who believed experience to be the best teacher. So while he sent my sister and I to school, his own interference in our moral development rarely surpassed a few lines of advice, and even then it was usually extremely cryptic - filled to the brim with vexing metaphors and their kin.never stop going
There was only one exception to this rule. Only one lesson he severely drilled into our heads, only one bird that left the enigmatic cage that was his mind when everything else was merely dust and feathers and vague hints at something (anything) more.
"Never stop going", he'd say, fingers performing a ghostly bal


false stageShe likes platform shoes. The taller, the better. Not because she thinks they look good, of course. She believes them horrendous - absolutely shameful. They're crushingly painful, utterly agonizing, and whichever creature unfortunate enough to wear them is forced into an awkward, swaying, precarious gait, like that of a truck teetering most dangerously over the jagged edge of a cliff, or perhaps a man struggling in near-futility to stay his balance on long, lanky wooden stilts, and a fat man at that. But she likes them because when she puts them on, she feels so much taller, like a giant, and the heavinesfalse stage


the darkest ray of hopeThe stars are particularly bright tonight.the darkest ray of hope
Maybe too bright.
They glint like coals in the suffocating darkness, splatters of light across a canvas of shadow, tiny pinpricks of heaven that shine through brilliantly but are still far from reach. Pretty specks of sun that dot the ceiling, gorgeous white fires, thrusting their flames into the night. Exquisite, but they sear the flesh.
Sometimes it seems to me like they're dancing, but never when I'm looking. Never when I need them to.
I know I can curse them for that.
I also know it won't do me any good.
Because n
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Ch6 RecoveryReflecting back later, he could never say how it was he managed to arrive back at the Seireitei. All he could feel was the pain seeping through his whole body and deep into his muscles. It continued to spread, a never-ending disease he could not escape. Each step was pure torture and unadulterated agony. He barely noticed the dead look to the forest his second time passing through. His vision had completely faded to black and white and he found himself unable to focus coherently on any one idea or image. So he couldnt see the trees literally wilting as he passed, the dyinCh6 Recovery
ULTIMATE ABSOL| Clearing these out right now :U |
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I am without speech.
xD That was amusing.
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Whoa, it's Godot's diaryyy.
Adopted a Sho Minamimoto chibi from The-Den.
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Did you know... that Jesus loves you? Yep thats right... now how bout you let him through your door and say Hi? He's been waiting for you for awhile! And dont worry, he loves you not matter who you are~
Behold this fail. [link]
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Whoa, it's Godot's diaryyy.
Adopted a Sho Minamimoto chibi from The-Den.
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