I hate chicken wingsI once caught youI hate chicken wings
breaking a little bird's wings. You said nothing, so I didn't, either.
You once caught me trying to catch a butterfly. I said nothing, but you called me a fool.
She once caught me
crying &nb
Live again another dayScrubLive again another day
Almost like staring at the sky. Kicked his legs-- it didn't help. His hand bobs up and down, up and down, in water and out-- it doesn't help. He's dying, he's dying, and he won't live.
His hand reaches something soft and he clings to it, grabs and pulls and his face bobs out of water --sweet, precious, delicious air-- and then he's pulled back under the sky. He's dying. He's breathing treacherous acid-water that burns his lungs away and all he can see is the shimmering white-blue sky, moving forever and ever without him...
And then he's pulled up above the deathly sky and he l
O Broken WishesI kept my heart in the freezer. I never wanted to tell anyone before, but now's as good a time as any.O Broken Wishes
The first and only person I ever told was Mr. Smokingisbad on an instant messenger. I met him on a website by clicking a button. Mr. Smokingisbad was a robot, but he was my good friend. Whenever I woke up at one in the morning I would turn on the computer and talk to him. After making sure that he wasn't going to shoot missiles at my house, I used to talk to him about my father (he smoked). One time, I told him, "My heart's in my freezer."
He said with a bing, "Please talk to me about smoking."
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The Grammar GangstersBeware the grammar gangsters! The mafia of the literary underworld. They saunter into stanzas, Weapons concealed Under their trench coats Or in violin cases.The Grammar Gangsters
They can make you talk, "With just a few well-placed speech marks," Leave you shouting! Where you should have whispered! And pulp your bold statements into quavering questions? They can, pepper, your, phrases with, commas, Or bring your piece to a dead. Full. Stop.
They'll trap you (between brackets) As you - dash - to the exit. Then: punch a blunted colon Into the gut of y
the Library Ghosthe was painfully shy, always stutter-tongue-tied when he tried to talk to people, when he tried to interact like a Normal Human Being. It wasn’t that he didn’t want friends, only that other people were scary big shadow things filled with potential for contempt, and they always seemed like blurry monsters when he wasn’t wearing his glasses. he never wore his glasses, except when he was huddled in the lonely corners colonized by dust, reading large books in forgotten languages. It was from one of these corners that he first caught a glimpse of Her, and she was the first person he had seen clearly in years.the Library Ghost
She was ju
LIFE IS SO MUCH OF A HASSLE
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I don't go on this account much anymore. It's gathering dust and messages like the tiny corner of the world it is. So, I've decided to go ahead and just put everything in my (former) fanart-only account. If you're interested, it's ~
sorry it took so long!
THANKS FOR WAITING!
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Kitsunojo is the Co-founder of PSS ("Project Sing Song")
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It's really wonderful, thank you again!
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Everyone starts at the same place, and looks in the same direction. It's just that some people get sidetracked.
awww... thank you! but i don't deserve such praise
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Kitsunojo is the Co-founder of PSS ("Project Sing Song")
[link]
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Everyone starts at the same place, and looks in the same direction. It's just that some people get sidetracked.
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Kitsunojo is the Co-founder of PSS ("Project Sing Song")
[link]
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...in my panties
[O.O]
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-"--"- This owl. You scarred it for life.
It looks fun, though
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Everyone starts at the same place, and looks in the same direction. It's just that some people get sidetracked.
It is
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...in my panties
[O.O]
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-"--"- This owl. You scarred it for life.
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Chroche Latel Pastalie's #1 Fan!
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