Words Make Us Human
The definitions of words have really been distorted over time. Sacrifice, resolve, determination, motivation, loyalty, love. It's sad. And not in the sad I usually imply, as completely and totally idiotic and empty.
It's truly sad. Whole heartedly depressing. As I've said before, I do a lot of thinking. I find myself crying over things that don't make any sense to anyone else, and getting angry at almost nothing at all. I get involved with my thoughts, and though I try to deny it, I'm extremely in tune with my emotions.
Those words have so much beauty to them, so much that people just don't understand anymore. "I love you" is thrown around like a used handkerchief. Sacrifice is completely misproportioned. Resolve is confused with desires. Determination falls under the same category. Motivation is thrown together with a million other words, yet it seems like none of them fit. Loyalty is also extremely overused.
Those words are staples for humanity. They are all traits and emotions that
No Pain, No Gain
I thought about a lot of things today. I thought about why people say certain things, why people act certain ways, and why people lie the way they do. I thought of how people react to those lies, and how sometimes people live by their own lies.
A lot went through my mind, and the more I thought about it, the more questions came up but the more I understood. As more and more made sense, it crea
ted an exponential amount of new problems.
I thought about people in love. I thought about this for a long time. After all, it's what humanity lives for. We all just live to be loved. We all just live to love. That's what humanity is after all; we fight to be loved, we cry to be loved, we lie for love, we die because cars explode on impact when you're going 70 down a freeway and have a head on collision.
I've had only a few real relationships, only a few times where I've really gotten close to someone and been able to say I truly love them be it family or otherwise. The more I thought about it al
Lies and Slander!That girl you just called fat? Probably couldn't tell you where her thyroid even is.The girl you called a whore? Needs a 'special' kind of shampoo.The kid you called a fag? Probably likes guys, honestly nothing to unique there.The guy you called lazy? Probably doesn't care.
The fact is, people have their problems. People don't like accepting those problems. Be it accurate or not, when so
meone says something insulting and 'evil' to you there's probably some truth behind it. If you get angry because of it, that means that you don't like what you are. If you don't want it to make you angry, then make yourself what you want to be. What's more of a slap in the face: When you insult them back, or when you can show up the next day and laugh at them for being wrong?
Accept who you are people. You don't need some stupid blog to defend you. Just fix yourself until you're so happy with who and what you are that it doesn't bother you when people say stupid shit. It's honestly pretty easy.
Death Battle: Kirito versus Dmc Dante
Nineball: Hello hello! Welcome to the Death Battle between Kirito versus Dante! A battle that the author worked over 200% to finish!
Young: And it's time to see which of these two slayers of giants will win.
Nineball: The votes have been acnowledged, comments have been read, and debates have been made. It is time to start this!
Nineball: PS, as a Disclaimer due to David's current injury, we are accepting donations for the time being. Quarters would be fine, but please remember that sad injury caused by me and Armored Gorilla's fight. Now a moment of silence for him.... Now, to THE DEATH BATTLE!
No one was sure how it started. It happened only a few days ago right after the servers were patched up. An entirely new dungeon has popped up out of nowhere. An unknown dungeon that wasn't in the patch notes or hinted with a teaser at all. Not even the creators' rumors talked about this.
With its random appearance people are already describing how it could be a prank or a hidden easter
Study Buddy (G/t RP)(I was gonna do my Christmas one for this, but... It needs some revisions.)
You have trouble concentrating at home. Recently, you've starting to work on your homework in the school library. You go to a private school, so it's a really big library and there are a few study rooms for people to use. You're working on your math and get caught up on a really hard problem. Even after going through your notes, it still makes no sense. You hear a small voice nearby.
"No, you're overthinking it. You added the negatives wrong. Screwed up early."
You look to your left and there's a tiny with a smaller school uniform and crudely-made glasses on. They look to be late teens or early twenties. But tinies are either pets or wild! What's one doing in the school library with the school clothing?
They're looking at you expectantly now, arms crossed and waiting for you
Harsh Words - RigleenIt was a rainy morning in the small town. However, the coffee shop was unexpectedly busy. Eileen ran from table to table, taking new orders every minute. Margaret was busy making the orders and passing them to the right table as fast as she could. Both employees were so busy, they didn't notice their two special customers come inside the shop. "Ooooooouhh! Coffee break!" Mordecai and Rigby shouted, shaking the rain off of them. They both ran towards their normal seats and sat down. "Whoa dude, lots of people decided to stop by for a nice cup of coffee this morning." Mordecai said, looking at all the customers. "Yeah, I hope our order won't take long. Benson might find out we're gone." Rigby replied. "Eileen seems rushed today. Hey Rigby, you should go help your girlfriend take orders~" Mordecai teased, smirking. The raccoon glared at the blue jay in embarrassment and anger. "Shut it! She's not my girlfriend!" He growled.
Eileen had just taken yet another order for another table, and sh
My Very Special Drummer, Part 7My Very Special Drummer, Part 7
Setting: The Penguin Band’s Igloo
Date: June 1st, 2013
Time: 6:58 PM PST
(Point of View: Petey K)
I paced the floor of the living-room, taking long breaths and looking around. The igloo was mostly dark, and Stompin’ Bob and Franky were nowhere to be seen. I hadn’t seen them since the fight earlier today, when we had all turned on one another and it basically became me and Billy versus the two of them. I hadn’t wanted it to turn out the way it had. I figured they were probably with PH and Cadence, or somewhere just wanting to escape me, just wanting to escape all the trouble I had caused.
To put it simply, I felt terrible. My head hurt, my throat was tight like I could burst into tears at any second, my stomach was churning, and my whole body felt lethargic. I wanted to collapse into my bed and sleep until this was all over. But it isn’t that easy when you’re the only one who can finish what you started.
Winter comforts Prologue
The cold breeze blew past, blowing her white blonde hair into her face. She shivered as she looked out of the cave and out to the snowy mountains, watching as the storm became more violent. “Brrrrrrrr!” She rubbed her arms, hugging them close to her.
She sighed, knowing what time of year it was; the snowy weather not helping her. She looked down sadly, hugging herself even tighter. Oh, how much she wished she could go home right now! To the warmth of her home, to a fluffy blanket, snuggled up with her family and friends, watching a nice film.
Oh how she waited for this time of year! The time she'd see her family, have a nice meal, open presents by the tree.... It'd all happen in a few days... Her family, her friends, the decorations, the music that had been played so many times it was annoying, the presents, the meal... And... The tree...
It'd all be there... She... Just woul
Treatment (RP)SIDE A:
It's been a month since you went into that coma and you still haven't given in. They've prodded you, cut you open, and pumped all sorts of chemicals into your system but your health continues to drop. Every few days, more frequently as of late, a friend will come to your bed. They beg you to stay, but you're still gonna fight those doctors.
You should be dead, after all. But they insist on trying to revive you. One of your more superstitious friends is beginning to suspect that your spirit is actually the one fighting the treatments. With reason, of course. You've been possessed by what they think are spirits multiple times since you were little.
One day, someone walks into the room with a backpack. The close the door and turn off the light, then sit on the floor of the hospital room. They take off the backpack and pull out an ouija board, some candles, and one of those seeing balls. Oh no.
A good friend of yours has been in a coma for a month now. They haven't be
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