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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.
Nievan languageNievan Language
Part 2-(verbs/ past and ongoing/ placement)
to confuse---------- Bermic (ber-mick)
-confused----------- Bermic'ir (ber-mi-kir)
-confusing---------- Bermic'ov (ber-mi-cov)
to behold----------- Lacrin--(la-krin)
-beheld------------- Lacrin'ir (la-cry-nir)
-beholding---------- Lacrin'ov (la-cry-nov)
to imagine---------- Calren--(call-rin)
--imagined---------- Calren'ir (call-re-nir)
--imagining--------- Calren'ov (call-re-nov)
to wait------------- dai (die)
-waited------------- dai'nir (die-nir)
-waiting------------ dai'nov (die-nov)
to gather----------- spinatol (spin-ah-tohl)
-gathered----------- spinatol'ir (spin-ah-toh-lir)
-gathering---------- spinatol'ov (spin-ah-toh-lov)
to breath----------- cral (crahl)
-breathed----------- cral'ir (crah-lir)
-breathing---------- cral'ov (crah-lov)
to tell------------- laga (la-gah)
-told--------------- laga'nir (la-gah-nir)
-telling------------ laga'nov (la-gah-nov)
to need------------- sanger (sahn-
Experiments - Chapter 19Something happened. Something bad.
There was a misunderstanding and the “camp” that Kylie was supposed to attend was cancelled. Paula Rivvers told Kylie that Gavin had to go somewhere else for a special experiment, but he would be back by next spring.
It was as though someone had driven a knife through Kylie’s heart.
The rainy weather that drowned each day seemed far rainier than any rain anyone knew before.
With senior year on the rise, and the acceptance to a highly acclaimed college for the next fall, and Gavin’s date of arrival back to the home facility pushed back, everything that had happened that one chilly fall became a foggy memory.
. . .
“Kylie Peterson?” There was a voice on the other line that sounded all too familiar, but Kylie couldn’t place it. She had just finished her sixth semester at college, and she was sticking her car keys in her ignition to make the drive back to Martha’s house.
“This is she,” <i>
Experiments - Chapter 20“I’m sorry…” Gavin mumbled for the umpteenth time.
“For the last time,” Kylie blushed, voice quiet. “It’s…okay…” Her face was still tingling from the soft impact of the kiss. “I…I kinda…”
“Kinda what?” Gavin inquired anxiously, certain that she could feel the rampant pulse running through his veins.
“Well…” Kylie chewed on her lower lip, her own heart beating in rhythm with the giant’s – a surprisingly similar rhythm. “Some nights, I would just lie there…in bed, imaging… what would it be like if you kissed me…?”
Gavin exhaled shortly. “Really?” That received a brief nod. “I… I did too… I wondered what it would be like to kiss something so tiny…well, you…”
Kylie had never experienced such a giddy, awkward conversation. She actually liked it – it was much more innocent and lo
Back in the Race, Part 7
As John was leaving the hospital, he phone rang. Checking the number, he answers.
"Angie, give me some good news."
"Absolutely," replied Angie Stewart, AFPD's most decorated Detective. "It turns out that, after a search of the warehouse across the street, forensics was able to find the discharged cartridge. It's from a .338 Lapua Magnum, a sniper rifle used in the most recent wars in Iraq and Afghanistan."
"So, we're looking at ex-military?"
"Most likely. Not too many civilians would have the need for it, unless they were long-range shooting enthusiasts or game hunters.
"I'll check out a couple dealers in the area to see if that rifle had been sold in the past few weeks."
"Also, the reason for Mindy's sudden depowering and that man's pacemaker issue looks to be due to an EMP mine that was remotely detonated from the warehouse as well."
"EMP mine, how would someone get their hands on that?"
"Not sure, the technology isn't out there for mass production yet.
Salamence's Kitty Feast (Vore)Salamence’s Kitty Feast (Vore)
NOTES: Originally called "Snorlax's Kitty Feast" but I had mixed feelings that it wouldn't work for the little kittens. Anyways, this is the long-edited story that I keep changing over and over again. For those who stumbled across here, this contains vore, negative comments will be sho--- *clears throat* blocked by me without warning. Thank you and I hope you enjoy.
The family of four kitty-dragons decide to head for a stroll through the forest. Vanilla, Chocolate, Strawberry and Mint are exploring the area and the weather conditions are bright and sunny. Not a single cloud in the sky as it is clear as blue. We follow the kitty’s in third-person angles as they follow the narrow pathway. The four kittens are chatting with each other with pleasant conservations.
While walking further and further down the road, they hear *distant snoring* and it’s quite loud. The four has encountered a sleeping giant monster. It is a draconic Pokémon w
Hetalia x Pregnant! Reader - Germany Part Three(Two years later)
“Say mutti.” You told Heidi, your now one year old daughter. She had soft, light blue eyes and wavy hair that was the same color as yours was. She looked at you confused. You tried for the longest time to get Heidi to say mutti, the word you wanted her first word to be.
“Say mu-tti” you said slowly. The only reply you got was another look from her.
You sighed. You didn’t know if she was ever going to say anything. It’s been a whole year and she hasn’t said one word. This worried both you and Ludwig. You looked back and remembered that Ben had always been spot on when he was growing up. He said his first word, started walking, and did many other things right when he was supposed to. So far Heidi has been a little slower. She still crawled and hasn’t started to talk.
You looked at the clock on the wall and saw that it was almost time for Ludwig to be back from picking up Ben from school. You were so glad that he liked the
Queen City: A White Wedding / An Amazon's Quest
It had been a while since Melinda Crane had a vacation. So when she received the invitation from her friend, and former Guardian, White Owl, she couldn't reply yes quick enough. It had been a while since had visited with White Owl and nearly as long since she had been in Queen City. As she walked the streets looking in the various shops and boutiques for a new dress, she couldn't stop smiling.
"I hope Ultra Woman is there as well," she thought to herself.
It was also nice to be in a city that had no idea who Mindy Marvel was. It was difficult for her to shop like this in Angel Falls, but here the people don't give her a second look.
Her excitement was tempered very quickly when she saw Blockhead. It had been few years since her last run in with the big brawler whose name was partially inspired by his super strength and concrete exterior...and partially because of his below average intelligence. He was charging down the street after stealing two conta
Magical RemoteIt was last weekend when I found it, probably the coolest and most interesting thing in the world. I found it in my attic. While rummaging through old stuff trying to find something valuable, I stumbled across a remote control. It was coated in dust, I couldn't read what any of the buttons said. So I finished my rummaging and decided that that remote was the valuable thing I had been looking for.
I went to the bathroom and blew most of the dust off into the sink. I then took a washcloth, wetted it, and cleaned it off. It was rectangular and featured two large buttons at the top with ten buttons on each side going down below each of the two large buttons.
I read the buttons. They were labelled as follows:
L Wrist L Wrist
R Wrist R Wrist
L Arm L Arm
R Arm R Arm
L Leg L Leg
Summer NightsSummer Nights
Setting: The Backstage Lounge on the Music Cruise
Date: July 25th, 2014
Time: 6:21 PM PST
(Point of View: Franky)
“Hey, Franky,” Cadence called from across the room.
I jumped and put down my cell phone, which I had been scrolling through pictures on while sitting on a bright-blue couch. “Yeah?”
“Could you c’mere?” she asked. She was sitting at a makeup table or whatever those things are called on the other side of the room, getting ready for our next show, which was at 6:45. She and I were the only ones in the backstage lounge. I was trying desperately to get “Best Day Ever”, our song for the Music Jam, out of my head for a little while. It wasn’t working. At all.
“Sure.” I pocketed my phone in my jeans and waddled over to her. “Sorry I was ignoring you, I just… I’m bored.”
Shaking her head, she said, “It’s okay, I was being kinda antisocial.” Sh
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