Taika - Part 4Shay woke up in a cold sweat and lay back in her seat panting for a few minutes before looking at the clock. It was just a little after one in the afternoon. Shuddering, she pushed herself up into a more comfortable sitting position. That had been one crazy dream... Her finger stung. She winced and looked down at her right hand. The tip of her index finger had a small cut, and it was still oozing blood. She shook her head to clear it as she drove back to the university. She’d missed her psychology class, which practically threw her perfect attendance record down the drain. Ugh. And to make matters worse, she didn&Taika - Part 4
Score SpitfireYour words score gashes in my mind Make my ears bleed, makes my blood scream Leave me alone to my own devicesScore Spitfire
Maybe you mean well but my nerves protest I don’t want to hear it, don’t want to listen, don’t want to speak Leave me alone, alone, let me drown in my own rivers of insanity I like it more than your strangulating guidance
The good, the logic, it drives me mad The benevolent reason far outweighed by the bad
Now all I hear are tirades You’re like a minefield, trying to protect me, help me, something But now you’re spread so f
Tell ThemHarry joined Ron and Hermione in the great hall for breakfast on Monday morning later than usual, having decided to wait for Ginny in the common room. His rather pathetic excuse had been that he wanted to take one last look at her boggart essay - not that Ginny had particularly minded, giving him a sunny smile as they talked about magical creatures.Tell Them
Hermione and Ron were discussing the latest Death Eater attack with grim faces. Sitting down, Harry grabbed the Daily Prophet that lay discarded between them, wincing when he saw the headline – ‘Brutal dark wizard attack on muggle orphanage’.
| WoD storyteller? Or alternately a somewhat crazy chick with a weird mind. Can be found either in her room or the Matrix with a notebook and a pen in her left pocket. Noterious for procrastinating, suffers from a writer's/poetry block, never at the same time though, with a strange fascination bordering on obsessive in horror and macabre art. And everyone is a dandelion. |
Yet another rant.
Isolated
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An Irishman has an abiding sense of tragedy that sustains him through temporary bouts of joy.
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High heaven and earth ail from the prime foundation
All thoughts to rive the heart are here, and all are vain
Horror and scorn and hate and fear and indignation
Why did i awake? When shall i sleep again?
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si vis pacem para bellum
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An Irishman has an abiding sense of tragedy that sustains him through temporary bouts of joy.
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An Irishman has an abiding sense of tragedy that sustains him through temporary bouts of joy.
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Nevu: GIVE ME BACK MY HAT, BETCH!
Brian: o.O??
Nevu: HAAAAT!!!
(Pow!)
Want to avoid strange situations? Always use Boxers
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It'll only hurt for a moment, then you'll be dead...
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K-D-C
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"I thought that, if the world won't change, we would never reach happiness"
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Winter comes and the winds blew colder
While some grew wiser, you just grew older
And you never listened anyway,
And that's the hell of it.
Welcome to my
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