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the dogs and their starsΕδώ είχε γίνει μεγάλη γιορτή
εδώ σ' αυτό το σώμα,
σ' αυτή τη μνήμη.
Εδώ, κάπου εδώ
η άνοιξη φιλούσε με λαχτάρα
μ' εφηβική ντροπή μα και με θέληση,
εδώ που μετάνιωσαν οι πάντες τώρα
when sea-urchins dieΟύτε πως έσπασε θυμάται.
Μα χύθηκε απ' το κέλυφός του το κόκκινο λειψό μυαλό του
και ξεδίψασαν κι έφαγαν και πληθύνθηκαν
όλα τα πλάσματα που δεν τα βλέπει ανθρώπου μάτι,
που δίχως μάτι
unbornΣ' ένα συρτάρι βρήκε εν τέλει τη νότα που έλειπε απ' το παλιό τους πιάνο. Τη δοκίμασε για να δεί αν ταιριάζει, κι εκείνη κλείδωσε μ' έναν μικρό μικρό θόρυβο. Κι η νότα που έπαιξε ήταν βαρειά κι
rubbish“I said to them… don’t buy me any more books. I’m finally done with them- da me la vuelta al mundo” sang newly graduated Patricia as she struggled with her skates, too full with pure un-diluted spirit to apply her usual haste and rigour, the haste and rigour, the severity and anxious sensibility that had gotten her through her academic years unscathed. But there was in fact a perplexing little something behind her moderate, contained demeanour which made her cringe comically and sourly at the sun or anything bright and beautiful. Something akin to a pebble in one’s shoe.
Patricia regarded her successes at all different levels as a kind of accident, a misunderstanding in the distribution waiting to be discovered; then with all due courtesy and irrevocable effectiveness the awards of her strenuous but insincere efforts would be withdrawn and returned to the intended recipient: someone much smoother, more docile and clever. Someone perhaps who would no
lethe will come i will rememberLethe will come; I will remember:
the cries from the heart of the sea
the island's voice:
I have answered again and again. I have forgotten again
and remembered again.
And I have thrashingly been reminded of my forgetfulness.
In the end we are asked to fight for that which we have come to love with the greatest effort.
Our unforgotten beastly truths, like sharp white steep rocks,
Like the way we fall with ease and gratitude
The magnitude of our illusions being definitely analogous to the magnitude of our fall.
When I met this island I slept a dreamless sleep,
Like a wretch, like a compromised civil exhibit, like a broken circus animal
-No hopes of retoothing the painfully tranquil beast;
That obese piece of mythological
Or stellar refuse.
When I met this island
It pierced my heart with its broken trees
Its ragged smiling skin
Its blissful cruelty
-answering only to life, only to the unassuming but unrelenting vicious urge to be absurd, hopeless and
an unfinished sentence (silly o'clock)i would sometimes hear her singing to herself at silly o'clock in the evening. she would always assume that the night is young, the night is empty and soul-less as she, as spoiled and pretty and ruined as she, as unloved and hopeful as she.
as burdened with health, intelligence and promise as she.
her sleeplessness was a testimony to the vastness of the earth, and human stupidity, and the agony of feet aching with dance and wanderlust, driven by a head that is full of a tangled yarn, an unkempt mass of strings of thoughts, knots and nodes that are obsolete empty terminals, from whence once things flew, things of all matter and physical constraints simply flew.
but now the practice of defying gravity has been pronounced superfluous and null.
i would hear her singing and i would guess her face in a nearly tactile manner.
i would guess the falseness and the eagerness. i would guess the gritted teeth. i would guess the tense brow and the glistening eyes. i would guess the elegant disgrace,
Happy Birthday, John! (John x Reader)HAPPY 4/13 EVERYONE!!!!!!!! This is my first readerx fanfic and I finished it on time! Hells to the yes! Anways, do enjoy! Also has swearing cause it's homestuck.
Small note: (y/s) = Your symbol
.:*~Third Person POV~*:.
"Oh gog." (Name) said as stood in her bedroom in her (f/c) pajamas. She stood looking at her calendar which had red marker on it circling one specific date.
It was her best friend John Egbert's birthday tomorrow. And she had forgotten about it.
She looked at her alarm, seeing it was 12:00pm. It was a Saturday, so she slept in. (Name) had set up a plan to meet with Dave, Rose, and Jade today to plan a surprise party for Egderp. Problem is, she forgot to tell the three about the meeting and she didn't have any actual plan set up for the party.
The day was still young though, so she quickly ran to the bathroom to shower and made her way back into her room and put on her s
TnM.Alt - Capitulo 2 - Una HermandadLas alarmas sonaron muy temprano el la base aun ni salia el sol y todos debían estar preparado para los entrenamientos y esperar ordenes de los lideres. Marie despertó agotada por todo lo sucedido el día de ayer, junto a ella se encontraban mas de 30 chicas todas de diferentes edades algunas mayores otras menores y dos de ellas eran sus amigas y compañeras que se dirigieron hacia ella.
- ¿Porque llegaste tan tarde ayer Marie? - le preguntaba Jasmine - te estuvimos esperando.
- Lo siento chicas es que tuve que hablar con mi Padre y mi Tío junto con Thomas - les respondía levantándose se su cama - ademas de que vi que Thomas estaba herido así que lo lleve a la enfermería y también estaba Xavier parece que también tenia una herida.
- ¿En serio? bueno no es de esperarse, es muy común salir lastimado de una pelea - decía Destiny ocultando su preocupación - deberán tener mas
Origins-Hunter of Dreams SkyI looked around nervously as I creeped through my kingdom. It was pretty easy, but with all the guards around, I was sure at least one of them would spot me.
But I couldn't give up on my brothers. They needed me. They needed me to defeat Herobrine.
And we were so close...If only it were easier. This pressure...it seems impossible!
I continued through my kingdom until I came across my two best friends, Jason and Ty. They were arguing, and I listened in on their conversation.
"Ty, I couldn't of gotten back here if it wasn't for Jordan. He let me go. He got rid of Herobrine for me." Jason reiterated once again.
"I'm sorry, but did you not see the stab wound Sky gave me?!" Ty snapped, lifting us his shirt to reveal a scar through his gut. "This could've killed me. HE could've killed me."
The spaceman went silent. "They've done some pretty bad things, but I know they've changed."
I decided it was a good time to speak up. "It's true," I said slowly and quietly from behind them.
OC Status: IceeThe Basics:
Age: 1019 (Looks 19. Is immortal and can change her appearance at will.)
Species: Ice Dragon/Human Hybrid
Occupation/title: Ice Queen
Height: Near 5ft 11in
Body build: Light, lean, muscular, like a big cat.
Eye color: Bright blue
Hair color: ) Blonde
Skin color: Slightly tanned
Other Important Stuffs:
Defining Traits: Has permanently pointed ears that are blue tinted at the tips. These follow her to every form she takes, and this is the reasons she wears headphones in her human form.
Favorite Color: pale blue
Favorite animal (if any): DWAGONS, SNAKEZ, AND HORSES
Sexual Orientation: Straight
Current partner: Dan, A.K.A The Serpent King (Belongs to velvetkitteh)
Likes: Cool temperatures, dragons, snakes, ice, SNOW, family, sometimes fighting, raw fresh kill, relaxing with t
Peps Misfit Profile
Real name: Antoinette Jeanette Edwards
Date of birth: September 1st
Don't let her nickname fool you--it's an ironic twist to her moody demeanor. She's very easily put into a nasty mood and can't stand to be around people for a certain amount of time. But she's not completely all moans and no smile; she does have a bright side at times! Mostly she directs her foul temper at Chocobit (crazy and practical aren't a perfect mix in a group) and the pompous Rittenslipians of their Southern suburbia.
The Misfits are scarcely bothered by bullies because Peps is good at scaring them off just by giving them a menacing look. Her short temper and sharp tongue make it difficult for people to mess with them at school (or anywhere else, if needed). Despite her aggravation she has a caring mother-like quality for the younger Misfits.
FAMILY: Mr. Edwards is a renowned pageant judge. Mrs. Edwards is a greatly appreciated fashion model.
For the first five years of her life, she was forced by her p
Origins-Eater of Souls JordanI walked to my kingdom, my insanity whispering nonsense to me as I approached the gates. We were somewhat getting along, but I still knew what it really wanted from me.
As I got closer to my kingdom, I began to wonder how I should make my entrance before searching for Mark and Nick. Full on out present myself or go in sneakily?
I know it didn't matter, but it could make the decision whether or not they would come with me to the Nether to defeat Herobrine. I wanted to make sure that they trusted me. They needed to know that I was still their best friend. And I had to hope that they felt the same way about me.
I was just about to enter the gates on my kingdom when I heard some commotion behind me. I whipped around to see if it was a guard or possibly Mark and Nick, but no one was present.
I glanced around, my insanity crooning to me that I was paranoid, but to be sure I walked away from the gates from my kingdom.
As I did, rotting arms rose from the ground and grabbed my arms and legs. I
Origins-Dweller of the Dead LewisThis was our only chance to defeat our father. We just needed to get our friends on our side, and we could defeat him. That white-eyed menace that has done nothing but tormented us.
I teleported through the forcefield my companions had set up to keep me and my brothers out. It was a nice attempt, but unfortunately futile.
I then began to sneak through the streets of the city, staying out of sight of the guards and civilians, who obviously seemed weary and very anxious.
I assumed they were all worrying where I would strike next.
Swallowing down all the regret I had for what happened over the past several months, I continued towards the palace in the kingdom.
I finally reached my destination unseen and unharmed. Bracing myself for whatever was going to happen through those doors, I entered quietly and glanced around.
It was silent, and no one seemed to be wandering the halls.
Cautiously, I began to walk the familiar corridors, searching for my lifelong companion, Simon.
It pained me know
A thousand years of Sonic 22A thousand years of Sonic 22
You choose who you want to be
They had a exhausting day but they finally made it back taking the train. They group rested better on the train than the plane that was exhausting. After the two hour train they got out, Rouge stretch a little as she got out, "Man is so exhausting taking a about 6 hour plane here and then a 2 hour train here. It's almost noon already" said Rouge, "Then we can't waist more time we have to head to the cave" said Shadow, "I agree with Shadow" said Knuckles agreeing with him. "Can't you two take a break I understand that this is serious but we need to at least relax for a moment" said Rouge. "We are not too far from the cave, it's near the place where we found Sonic" said Knuckles. "Then I'm taking the van" said Rouge as she pulled out a tiny cube and threw it aside making the van appeared, "Then lets get in" said Rouge as she got in the driver seat. They all got in the v
Reader x KnB: Holiday job Chapter 6
Author's note: Sorry for the late upload, but I'm part of an exchange programm and this week was my exchange student from Denmark at my place. That's why I haven't had time to write
f/n = first name
l/n = last name
h/c = hair color
e/c = eye color
f/c = favourite color
The next hall is place where I don't really want to go after what happened yesterday evening. Hall 5 is assigned to Shutoku.
My plan is to just go inside and when possible to avoid every embrassing moment with Midorima and Takao.
Carrying the towels and water I go ninja like in the hall. Carefully I sneek to the bench and place the things there. Then I want to go as quickly as I can and turn around.
But before I can make one step I have to abrupt stop my movements, because in front of me are now standing the two persons I don't want to see. Midorima and Takao just stand there with flushed faces and cross my arms over my chest. "Do you need anything?"
They snap out of their trance and look at my (_e/c_) eyes. Takao scr
cosmonaut fishbowlPerhaps the one thing Patrick Shore could do well enough in his life was to run. He would lower his head -whether it be with helplessness, determination, humility or a mystical greatness, or all at once, it was difficult to pin down- and barely looking he would take himself where he had been seen running before, but he never noticed whether he was noticed, except for the occasion when he would pass Andrea Storm, a divinely cold cryptic creature with a permanent sound cloud around her head and a half dark bitter haze of premature sophistication in her eyes.
Andrea's eyelashes stuck together of too much mascara, she would grit her teeth painfully behind her perfect but always solemn lips, and she couldn't swim inspite of her resemblance to mermaids and sirens, but Patrick was condemned by his sheer compulsive speed to remain oblivious to this information whenever he would equate himself to lightning, whirlwind and stampede in her presence. Usually in vain, since Andrea was deaf, as one i
Blue Eyes in FlamesWhen the prince sees the flower bloom from the palm of her hand, he orders her arrest.
She is only seven years old.
He takes the flower from her and keeps it, even though he knows he shouldn't. He puts it a vase, or, rather, his servant does that for him. The flower doesn't ever die, even years later.
It's dawn of a December morning, and he's cold. But still, he stands next to his father dutifully and looks at the little girl with blue eyes that are now black from seven nights sleeping on a cold, dungeon floor behind bars. They cut off her dark brown hair during that time. She's tied to the pyre, and there are seven guards around her, holding sharper swords than normal, not that she could get away. There's one man dressed in black holding an unlit torch, with a mask over his face to prevent his death. His father raises his arm, and the torch is lit.
She locks her gaze to his, and he blinks at her. It's like she expects him to prevent it. He couldn't, though, he can't. She scares him, w
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