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ConstellationsEvery night it was the same; they would lay a towel large enough for the two of them in the backyard, turn off all of the lights and lie down just in time to see the sunset and the stars rise.
Every night he would turn to her, point out a different constellation and tell her the story or legend behind each one. In turn she pointed out unidentified constellations where the stars resembled shapes of events that happened in their past.
Every night they found old, and new, constellations.
CalculationsFor him, everything was carefully calculated. The amount of steps he took to get to class maintained a constant count, and the amount of time allotted for homework was exactly 3 hours, 2 minutes and 29 seconds everyday.
When he attended football games, he predicted exactly where the ball would land before it even peaked. While everyone cheered because of an out for the other team, he sat still as though it were just another moment in life.
For him, all of life was precise to the finest detail.
Even in love, he moved as though every move and detail had a number or letter attached to it.
With You"Every time there's a hypothetical situation, you create a new parallel world. For example, we're at the stop light right now, but in another we could be past it, approaching it, or not even on the road.
"In one world you're driving and I'm a girl, or you're a guy in the passenger seat, or we're both girls or both guys and we're both driving our own trucks." He turned the wheel and accelerated as the light switched to green.
Yeah... and in another world we're together, she thought as conversation fell silent on the highway.
Last OneHe turned to her and asked, "Would you be mine if I were the last guy on Earth?" She thought for a moment before she replied.
"No, you're way before that."
The Corner of First and MainIf you walk down the street one day, and go to the corner of First and Main, you'll find a homeless man sitting against the building with his hands cupped in front of his bent legs as though asking for loose change.
A penny, a nickel, he won't take those. No, not even the quarter or dollar bill that you found three blocks away on your way to work. If you try to hand him those he'll shake his head and say, "I won't take your money, but I'll take your beliefs. What's life to you? What's important, and what's not? I have a question for you, one dressed in a suit. Which is more important, your love or your job? Of two important values, which do you value more: the money that keeps your life steady, or the love that moves it along?"
While pondering that thought he smiles and says, "It's not an answer you'll find right away. This is the kind of question you have to wait for it to come true. Only then will you find what you'll really do."
The twenty that you were saving for that daily morning
Wishful Thinking.There are days her eyes droop and she looks at the ground as he whispers in her ear. "It'll be better in time." And strokes her hair as though all the hurt would simply disappear.
There are days her keyboard stares back at her while a friend talks to her over instant messaging. "This will all be easier in time." In the end, they both know it simply might not.
Then there are days that follow each other, where smiles and laughter are all that she's surrounded by.
And there are days that she wishes he could do the same for days at a time.
Clock IIThere's a clock that sits on the wall, the numbers clear from miles away, the steady ticking sounds audible in even a train crash right next to it.
It's a difficult thing for anyone to ignore, but somehow you're doing an incredibly revolutionary job of avoiding the clock every day.
ClockThe clock on that wall on the other side of the room ticks in my ear, and it's just a constant reminder that the end is just another second closer to arriving. Yet you stand there with oblivion surrounding you, unaware of the impending end.
Maybe you can't hear the clock, and that may as well be my fault for I've never told you that it's mounted on that wall for as long as anyone can remember. On the same argument, maybe it's also your fault for you've never taken the time to consider the existence of the clock that ticks on the other side of the room.
But maybe being aware of the clock just makes all of our problems known.
Sense of SmellWhenever she slid into the bed at one in the morning, he knew she had been on the rooftop; he could smell the night sky on her skin, and the nicotine on her lips. He knew when she snuck out to the library; the smell of slowly molding papers and aged pages stuck on her skin and clothes.
When he caught the smells of packaged microwave popcorn, fresh nail polish, and romantic movies, he knew she had been lazing at a friend's house for the day. Sometimes she came home with floral scents as attachments, and he knew that she had spent an hour too long in the garden section of Wal-Mart again.
She smelled of varying things, from the night to the flowers; her taste, however, remained the same. It would always be her, the nicotine, and the blankets beneath them.
Imperial PropagandaIn a world where humans think they have all the answers, and believe they have the right to use power against each other, is it any wonder there are so many sad people? I may be a little crazy, but my firm belief is that humans should serve the Kitties. Have any kind of pet you want, and focus on making them happy, and saving them from starving or being abandon. If everyone just did that instead of trying to hurt/kill/maim each other, I think everyone would be a LOT happier.
Do not know thy selfYou never really know yourself, because there are endless situations you could be in; which you haven’t yet, or might not even experience. There are so many versions of you, so many variations that it would be an enormous presumption for you to think you know yourself completely, let alone others.
Relationships begin and end, they have their durations. So do you, in them. The you that starts off, is rarely the you that is left afterward. This is the same for most situations. We’re constantly growing into, and out of ourselves, hoping to stumble across someone in our same phase, to concrete our surreal reality.
Company strengthens our existence, it fortifies our beliefs and our thoughts, because we can share them.
Thoughts, internal monologuing, writing; these are ways to talk to ourselves, to be our own company. Company is essential, even when alone.
With so many distractions accessible, moreover –– unavoidable, there’s little time left for contemplation.
The Voice of the VoicelessThe Voice of the Voiceless
The voice of the voiceless,
will go to the person who can speak on camera.
A person who will put the message out for everyone.
The voice of the voiceless,
will go to the person who is fair.
The person who never uses bias to put there views on the air.
The voice of the voiceless,
will go to the person who doesn't use the follows as a trophy.
The person who cares about the follows and will do anything to make their voices heard.
The voice of the voiceless,
will go to the person who is a leader and not a follower.
A person who will raise the flag and not bring it down.
A leader is not a person who will back-stab the people,
This person will be a loyal leader.
A leader is always fair and balance.
A leader will not kill anyone,
This person will not be Hitler or Stalin.
This person will be Martin Luther King Jr or Mahatma Gandhi.
The leader needs to be good.
The leader needs to be sharp.
The leader needs to be open-minded.
Who will be the leader is anyone's guess,
Aletheia.I don't think anyone is telling the truth when they say, "I don't care what people think."
Even if they say it countless times; you can kind of see it, right? The flicker of their eyes, the way they leave your face for just a split second before focusing right back on the bridge of your nose. You can see it with the way their fingers clench, or how their voice stays as low as a murmur. The twitch of an eyebrow, the quiver of a voice, shaken up at just the right amount. And if you can't see it, then you can only sense it, feel it, beneath your rib cage and deep inside your chest.
"Of course you care what they think."
... Sometimes I wonder if maybe it's not even that. Maybe it's a battle between yourself. A matter of, 'do you feel comfortable in your own body?'. That sort of thing. The correct answer would be to say yes. To say, 'why wouldn't I be?' and fool the person, leaving them to move on to the next person on th
OCs Are ArtEach and every OC is a child.
Born and crafted from your mind to your will.
Like snowflakes each character is unique in their own way.
They may have similar traits yes. But that does not mean that they are overused or cliche.
They are unique and interesting in their own universe. A shy girl in one universe is completely different compared to a shy girl in a different universe. In fact they shouldn't even be compared!
It all depends on what the character is. There is no "typical" character. Each and every character is different in each and every universe. Those separate universes are a whole 'nother ball game out there, and the characters of those universes belong in their universe. If it's a Sci-fi themed universe or completely fantasy with dragons and such! If the character has a logical and not over done backstory I say let it be! After all in this day and age nearly everything has been done so it's impossible to make a character that ISN'T "cliche" or "overused" or "typical". So it'
To those who chose to play it safe.You know, the more I look around, the more I keep seeing people just deciding to just tuck their tails in between their legs. They keep thinking that the best way to go about this is to do the “mature” thing and “play it safe”. Always choosing to be quiet, always afraid that they may somehow offend someone but not caring who, always walking on eggshells, always holding it in, always falling back on comfortable yet lazy excuses like “it’s their company”, never willing to take the chance, and always passing up every opportunity to right the situation, but instead choosing to stick to their memories and just “move on”.
Being silent and reserved about this is not the way to go about this. This whole self-defeating attitude will send SEGA the message that we are not willing to provide any resistance and will provoke them to get away with doing even MORE of the fundamental mistakes that is tearing Sonic’s world apart. We have to be
Life Is But IronyWhen you learn the one thing you wish to possess the most will never be within your reach. The ones you wish to please will be the source of your dismay and the ones you try your best to make proud will be the most disappointed.
The harder we struggle the stronger gravity pulls us down and yet we accept these terms calling them tests or divine punishment. What is there to live for but endless pursing and torment. We are given scraps of delight which we are to consider the most expensive of treasures. For if there is no suffering, how can we learn the weight of joy?
If there is satisfaction with out the effort, what else do we live for? The dread will give us relief. The pain will give us the pleasure. We will always be in a world full of irony and discontent.
The more one is cursed, the more one is blessed.
No body really lays their dreams to rest. We will forever be haunted by the regret and guilt of so many things we've wasted. But the more there are burdens to live and costs to cond
LOVENothing else matters
Creativity is the path
Love is the ultimate
form of communication.
But it can be
Love is simplicity,
Love is small,
you cannot find it
in the big things.
Love is how wind passes
Through chimes or the
squeak of your porch swing
The amount of love
for a place depends on
the amount of time
spent in that place.
Love for people
is what they help
in that place,
what you discovered
to you, how it led
to the completeness
of your soul.
Nothing you buy
can complete you,
unless it is a means
What you read
cannot complete you
but what you learned
from that reading
can lead you to
discovering what is
hidden about yourself.
What you eat
cannot complete you,
it can only supply you
with energy and will
to further complete
and discover new mysteries.
What you watch
cannot complete you
but only give you
vague insight of
what you do not know
65. HorrorWith a title of "Horror," you would expect me to write something of sterotypical horror; the gore and violence, or even zombies or ghosts, that the population's mind is predominantly set to when they hear "horror."
No, its none of those, I'm sorry to say; but I shall speak of the horror of loneliness surrounding you, while the world around you binds together.
How would that be, for horror in life? How often do we come along loneliness and take it with much disdain? More than we encounter zombies I should think.
Some are taken by this horror much more than others; and I for one start to wonder what happens later on down the road if they let it affect them. I always wonder what happens: do they continue to live by themselves in this world, or do they eventually grow out of it, and move on from the past?
It scares me sometimes, to realize that some of the people close to me, are haunted by this everyday of their lives, having to live in their own world, alone.
Parenting for Sex AddictsThe half-day.
We are not those folks that need an occasion to try. And that’s what they call it, too. Trying. As if the very idea of it is taxing. It’s not taxing and we are not those people.
No. We do not go by some magical calendar. Schedules aren’t really our thing in general. That’d be too organized. Too stuffy. Too… I don’t know… too planned. And we’re not the type of people whom plan.
If we could—plan—our lives would be much different. I think. It’s hard to say because this is how we’ve always been.
Our very togetherness is a result of impulse. I’m almost certain that the amount of time it took us to decide to move in together was significantly shorter than the amount of time it took us to remember each other’s names. We might have had our first conversation moments after that first… what I mean to say is we didn’t plan. Because planning would have been much t
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