| I wanted to draw myself a fursona and after ages of struggling with it, this finally popped out! I really adore her! <3 |


You question me?"Yes, and it would be much appreciated if you could keep that quiet by not opening your mouth again."You question me?
I'm not a loser because I want to watch the play that those I care for have worked so hard on, that I had a partial hand in, in silence. Are you a loser for not wanting to watch? Why did you come if you don't want to watch, if you don't want to be respectful?
"No, I'm not taking psychology. I'm just reading the book for fun."
I'm a geek because I want to learn? Maybe when I finish I'll know why your mind works the way it does.
I am wiccan; No I will not cast a spell on you. I am


The Bus Ride HomeNormally, I have to turn my headphones up to twenty, last year; higher. Today I leave them off, as I turn around in my seat, looking at my friend with jokingly pleading eyes. He shrugs at first, then laughs and moves into the seat across from me, behind the driver. We chat, but not often do I meet his eyes. I scan over the bus, stopping on people I know, and seats where those that caused the extra volume on my headphones last year sat. It's funny, I think, how I can remember all of these students' faces, some of their names, even though I never once talked to them. "Yeah, I hate doing anything oThe Bus Ride Home


Selene He could feel her breathe against him even through the enfolding cloak of the darkness... It was ironic how something so utterly terrifying could manage to deprive them of only one sense, and it was then that he realized how singly unimportant that sense was. Callused hands combed her hair, traced the delicate lines of her face, her lips, brushed up and down her smooth arms. It stopped there though, as he winced. She had touched the mask. His mask. But... he didn't try to stop her, to push her away, though fear of the revolted gasp inevitably to follow engulfed his mind. And yet, it never came. He could feel her fingers tracSelene
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Our everlasting truth
Dies in a blink of an eye
So say goodbye
-- ShamRain
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A cactolith is a quasihorizontal chonolith composed of anastomosing ductoliths whose distal ends curl like a harpolith, thin like a sphenolith, or bulge discordantly like an akmolith or ethmolith.
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What is it about you that has commandeered my brain?
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"Je ne te crains pas gros moche, mon coeur est pur comme de l'eau de roche!"
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