Archaeologyi'm making galaxies in my coffee
The Heart Necklace A child sits numbly at a table
I Found A Time MachineI found a time machine
Winter Comes Swiftly - A Song For the ColdWhere, oh where the Winter blows
A Matter of ReasonA Matter of Reason
What It Means To Be A ParentWhat It Means To Be A Parent
infinityGraffiti knurls on my complexion;
The Moment Before.Some days I can’t even get out of bed
House of the Residents: Chapter 1CHAPTER 1: SYNTAX
The Last Page of her DiaryApril 20, 1840
Isn't it odd that the end of your use happens on the day that a significant part of my life ends? To be honest, it's not so much of an end as a literal and metaphorical "closing of a book" for you and I. Just because this is your last page, it doesn't mean that you're done forever. You will still exist, but it will be in a new, and empty form. Just as you will be taking on a new form, I will be taking on a new title in life. You see, my dearest Diary, my wedding day has finally arrived. In a little less than three hours, I will (finally) take the last name of a man who I have loved for a little more than two years. I still cannot believe that two and a half months have passed since he proposed to me.
Forgive me, my friend, but it is time for me to finish this entry, as I have a little more than half a page left and my mother is telling me to start getting ready for the wedding, since she needs enough time to be able to do my hair after I bathe and put my gown
Lovely Flirts "Viola, you're ignoring me."
"I am not."
"Viola, I love you."
"I'm sure you do."
"Viola, I need you."
"Yeah, of course."
"Your hair is so pretty."
"I'm sure it is."
"So long and lovely."
"Not really, you know."
"All red and wavy."
"More frizzy, it's true."
"Viola, why are you acting this way?"
"Viola, don't ignore me."
"I'm not trying to."
"Viola, you love me."
"So we say."
"You make my day."
"A whole lot worse, I'm sure."
"But, Viola I care."
"All you do is stare."
"Viola, I can't help it."
"It's not normal."
Frustration.When I’m tired of living because all I do is fight
And cry myself to sleep in the late hours of night
When the thought of giving in is so infinitely sweeter
And pain will always have a way because pain’s a lying cheater
When my only real friend is the pillow I hold tight
And it’s drenched in so many tears I could literally drown
When the ceiling turns to shadow and devours all the light
And I try to force a smile but it comes out a crooked frown
When I gasp for every breath like it’ll make some sort of difference
And my sight is swallowed whole by the darkness in the distance
When the path I chose to walk becomes the path of most resistance
And I struggle with each step just to establish my existence
When the aching doesn’t go away, but it’s all I hold onto
And there’s an impenetrable wall that I plan on breaking through
Machine MenHey Abby it's me, thought I'd surprise you whilst you're away. How's the family doing back home? Your granddad still holding out okay? I know how much he means to you so I hope he is okay. Anyway you can tell me all about what's going on when you get back from work, I've only got a few days left of training left and all I can say is “'bout bloody time”! Ugh the shit I had to put up with this past year has been torture! Not only do I miss out on talking to you but I also had to run laps, crawl through obstacles and go through so much 'discipline' I wanted to puke! I know its to break us down so we're all one force and all. I just can't seem to bring myself to give up what's left in me ya know? The target practice is fun though I’ll admit, oh and you wouldn't believe how much muscle I've been gaining over the past couple weeks. Heh, I bet all your girl friends will be jealous when these bad boys come back to town. Oh yeah, the ceremony is up in a few weeks, hope you'll
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