Ironic ain't it?The year is 3092; I was just released from my job and returning home. I turned a corner and met a couple of my old friends. They were taking heroine, a drug that I have been addicted to through half of my life hood.Ironic ain't it?
“Hey, dude! Long time no see, come on, relax, and have some heroine.” The group leader Max said. “Nah, its ok I think I’ll pass.” I tried to keep my voice calm, and not show of any shakiness.
You see, Max is not the kind of guy you would want to trifle with. Although I was sure that, I was going to get beaten up soon, I did not. Seemed like Max was in a good mood. I hu
3 to be combined soUpon a rose, I see a drop. A drop of life, of happiness. To a rose, a drop of water is another day of life.3 to be combined so
If humans were like a rose, so beautiful, so delicate. What would the world be like if so was true?
How rooted to the spot like so. Dreading and rejoicing the day to be picked. Dreading to be picked and left invisible. Rejoicing to be showered upon love.
Like a rose, we human are different in the inside and out. Inside we can be sweet with pollen. Outside, we can have horns that prick those uncareful. But tell me tell me, do tell me, of what wou
My HunterJan. 1 st The sun shined outside and the rabbits hopped around the garden for carrots. All seemed peaceful and happy except for me, Sophia Beatrice Thomp, princess of the palace of Waltz. I for one was not happy at all. Yes, being princess I got everything I wanted, but there was one thing I desired to have more than the riches and the glamour of my kingdom. My desire and hope was to be loved by my family. My mother walked out on me just a few years ago. And the majesty, my father never spends time with me anymore. All he ever does is handle the government papers and sulk in his bedroom for my mom with his 355 England Cocker Spaniels, eMy Hunter
UntitledSometimes, I wonder, does my life have a sole purpose? I mean, life is like a precious drop of water in the Sahara Desert…but…how do you cope with such emotions, violence, and gossip in the world? A decision a person makes whether to fit in, or be different. Being unique is good in some ways…or is it? Sometimes, don’t you just wish that you were never born? That…you were but just a tree? Sitting there, with no worries. *sigh…do…you think life is fair?Untitled
since i said hi three times over the last...6 months
Its me, Lily.
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Patrick: I'm mad.
Spongebob: Why are you mad, Patrick?
Patrick: I can't see my forehead.
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Why can't we all be friends? :3 *gets shot*
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