My friends and I are idiotsTic-Tac-Toe
My life is retarded
UntitledIt was all too much. From the bright posters littering the walls that seemed to jump and shout for to hold his attention over their neighbor, to the people talking (though they sounded as if they were yelling into his ear) around him. Even his cotton t-shirt felt like sandpaper against his skin. It was like a car accident in his brain, except this was no accident; it was more of a cruel joke that was being played on him.Untitled
Suddenly a door slams open, and it would have gained anybody else's attention, but to him the posters were still shouting, his clothes still wearing away at his skin. He ran to the corner and put his back up agai
Writers blockThe author stared angrily at the computer screen. The characters weren't cooperating. They didn't care about character development, for they were already there; what was there to develop? They didn't want to fail a few times before they triumphed, as they knew the ending; why should they fail for others enjoyment? All they cared about was resolutions and climaxes. The word exposition meant nothing to them; why introduce themselves slowly when they could solve the problem and be done? Yes, they knew it was fiction and essentially they were only tools, but did that make them want to fail? Certainly not.Writers block
A girl, now, A ghost"A girl, now, A ghost"A girl, now, A ghost
The clock struck twelve as the moon glowed through the cloudy night sky. The mist floated in the brisk air. Silence was the only thing present in the old, nearly abandoned town. Oak trees shivered as the wind brushed against them while golden brown leaves danced toward the ground. The screaming silence was broken when a car came to an abrupt stop. He was back to claim what was his. A small smile came upon his face as he turned to the now sleeping town, the moon still illuminating his face in the otherwise dark background. He climbs out of the deep red car that wasn't his, the dark smile st
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c(")(") When life gives you lemons. . .KEEP THEM!
Because, Hey, Free Lemons!
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When life gives you lemons make lemonade; truly an impossible feat. To make lemonade you also need sugar, water and ice cubes. With lemons you could also make a nice lemony-fishy dinner, but life didn't give you any of that either.
Icon by *Choux43
( Note me if you want anything fixed in your icon! C: )
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"I will disguise myself as a sleeping pill and descend into you" - Hello Seattle, Owl City
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When life gives you lemons make lemonade; truly an impossible feat. To make lemonade you also need sugar, water and ice cubes. With lemons you could also make a nice lemony-fishy dinner, but life didn't give you any of that either.
Icon by *Choux43
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"I will disguise myself as a sleeping pill and descend into you" - Hello Seattle, Owl City
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c(")(") My icon is of a skipping Professor Layton! 8D
It was made for me by *Choux43!
I rescued him from being put up for adoption! XD
HURRAY PROFESSAH!!!
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Think outside the box, because the inside of the box is on fire...
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When life gives you lemons make lemonade; truly an impossible feat. To make lemonade you also need sugar, water and ice cubes. With lemons you could also make a nice lemony-fishy dinner, but life didn't give you any of that either.
Icon by *Choux43
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A pig that doesn't fly is just a pig
• OPEN COMISSIONS
• SHOP
They are all so adorable!
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c(")(") When life gives you lemons. . .KEEP THEM!
Because, Hey, Free Lemons!
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