I feel the same way, but I'm not really talented in any way, shape or form. Good luck to you, really

Watched John Wick with my dad

Quote from: SmellyWontonNoodles on November 01, 2014, 03:27:25 AM

Quote from: ねこ on November 01, 2014, 03:24:39 AM

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You know what you did ò,ó

r u rly Japanese

There he stood, unabashed.

Maroon streams raced hastily between the cobblestones of a forlorn street, silenced only by a profound downpour of heavy rain. Remnants of those weaker than him littered the distance, a grave place of graves.

"You remember the lights? Star-struck Peak, I swear man, they're still there!"

Friendly, ancient voices meant nothing now. Peace, light, both were out of reach this somber evening. What he wanted was closure, not for his sake, but for the memories of noble, young fools.

"How could you?"

And her, of course.

"Come on ______, the ship's here! I can't really say we won't see our parents again; but hey, do you really want to be stuck on this island forever? Just think about the lights, man."

The words of dead friends echo with too much volume. It's not fair.

More soldiers appeared. Gazing towards a mountain piercing all known heavens, he took flight. Audacious, eager bodies crumbled in defeat as relentless force and cold rain swept through them.

Frenzied boots sprinted through blood and time. The summit welcomed him with arctic, ruthless winds of tortuous ice. A cloaked, muscled figure stood at the precipice of the cliff, facing the slumbering horizon.

"I'm sorry. I had forgotten to kill you before."

A colossal mace and chain whirled in sync with the cruel, roaring air of the summit. The mountain violently trembled as he barely evaded powerful, rapid blows seeking his extinction.

"Looks like I'm fucking dying now..hey, could you find the lights for me? I'll be waiting. Thanks, ____."

"How could you?"

Incessantly moving for dear life. Waiting for an opportunity.

"You, rest now with your friends."

A massive swing soared across the sky. Slamming down to the snow, he numbly noticed his now ruined, hopelessly mangled arm. Lunging, he slashed through flesh and cloak and the bastard's rib cage.

"Hmm..funny. The lights, are in my pocket. I'm glad for you."

I'm sorry, master.

He picked up the the small crystal. Soon, everything turned pearly white.

"How could you? I still love you."

"I-I love you, too. Please don't cry, you're prettier when you smile."

He woke up.

 March 26th

Employ martial law in orphanages and old people homes

Quote from: SmellyWontonNoodles on October 31, 2014, 12:25:37 AM

Disgusting homo sapien.

I feel like I ruined your thread Q.Q

Why am I still alive

What would you like them to be, if you had the chance to do so?

Elementary school: Plenty of friends, except for the last two years of it
Middle school: Almost no friends until 8th grade
High school: Lots of friends in the beginning, then as the years rolled by my circle of friends diminished to like  7 real friends

College started, and my condition emerged, so I began to lose all my friends. It began difficult to make news ones.

I have no friends now. But who would want to be friends with someone who died long ago?

Always have and always will be

Happy Birthday Officer

 HAPPY BIRTHDAY SANDTRAP

What if the crowd of people is gathered around a mirror and it's you that you see? What if you lost your vision years ago, and you're just dreaming about the person you used to be?