some of the greatest quotes of all time
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“How much Prozac are you on?” “None, my cat ate it all!”

"We are so accustomed to disguising our selves that we become diguised to ourselves."

"...The line of Perception that divides Lies and Truth can often be made a gaping chasm."

"If ignorance were rabies, you'd be Cujo."

“I have it on good authority that I’m a dick.”
“ P . S . I eat babies”

"Love is not what we become, but what we already are."

As long as we breathe, we hope.

"I don't suffer from insanity, I enjoy every minute of it."

"Beware the Evil Spork! There is no utensil of more unrelenting malice..."

"Smile it confuses people."
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"Newbie what are you sayin', that you wanna be like me? Don'tcha know that I barely wanna be like me?" ---Dr. Cox [Scrubs]

"I want a fanclub. Or maybe just a fan and a club to beat people into submission with. Yeah..." ----nashidesei

Holy flaming hippo batman!------[link]

If this is life, then i'll make it through hell--YuMeSouSaku

“I reject your reality and replace it with my own!”-- Adam from mythbusters

"Pride is not the opposite of shame, but its source."----A:TLA

...and i strangled a kitten with a [insert ghetto color here] bow ---Cammy Quaife

"Nobody knows the age of the human race, but everybody agrees that it is old enough to know better." ~Anon

"Always be yourself... unless you suck."----Joss Whedon

if I had the powe to fly i would jump out of buildings just to freak people out [link]

"Heros try to save people when they are lost themselves." ----seem (from jak III)

"You live and learn. At any rate, you live." ~Douglas Adams

Laugh till it hurts--[link]

In Soviet Fire Nation...
...Maiko ships you!
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“I’m the fear that keeps you awake, I’m the shadows on the wall, I’m the monsters they become, I’m the nightmare in your skull.” -Voltaire

Up here on the urban high wire, I take a lot of liberties. I tell myself they're all justified, but isn't that what everybody tells themselves?
Does anyone wake up thinking "Today I'm going to cross the line"?--- Nightwing

"Life's not fair, is it? You see I -- well, I... shall never be King. And you... shall never see the light of another day." ---scar tlk

No!Please don't leave me alone those tentacles do mean things to me and oh God those pigs like to watch me when I shower!--[link]

Let's just hope he can get himself conscious enough to make those Hot Pockets later.
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I am an artist and a writer, and often funny. Sometimes I'm also happy.
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Everything is a source of fun
Nobody's safe, for we care for none
Life is a joke that's just begun
---- Gilbert and Sullivan

Ty Lee escapes the pairing because she is exempt from universal laws such as Gravity and Being Shipped with Zuko
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What's that you say? Try attaining a Daily Deviation through talent and originality, instead of pandering to the...particular...tastes of the Deviant Art staff?
What are you, *retarded*?
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Strangely, it was not always like this, as Katara said “Long ago the ships lived together in harmony… then everything changed when the flamers attacked… [link]

"Noooo!! evil fake mostache wearing dolls who are actually hotdogs in disguise that are riding on top of palm trees!! dont eat my toes!!! oh my god! they are touching my wrists!! NOOO not the wrists!! gosh how could you?! ugh JUST because they are hotdogs/palm trees they think that they can just go around touching people's wrists...."----Stephani Brimbaum


What Fandom has taught me
1) Bashers are living, breathing, nerve-grating proof that the practice of inbreeding is alive and well equipped with Internet access.
2) Canon is to be learned, respected, and relied upon to a point. That does not make it a religion.
3) The authors/artists can't make everyone happy. The fanfic authors shouldn't even bother trying.
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blake the prep:

"..I own the ladies, ya I'm like uhh a monkey god of insecurity induced masculinity"

"..So like uh like there's this kid lives down the street from me his names uh Lars he's like this emo kid. I wanted to mess with him, so I uh sent him something for Christmas" *Lars kneeling under a Christmas tree opening a package to revael a Hot Topic bag* "Oh praise to urge non-conformist ways, oh I hope it's another broken-hearted and wingless angle cry black tears while screaming mercy-lover" *opens bag to show an Old Navy t-shirt* "uhhhhhhhh it burns us!!!" *falls backwards*

"..No way! What fag put a salad in here?!!"
"..Oh yeah and uh MTV I love your programing and all but uhh my friends and I were wondering well what does the M actualy stand for?"


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exerpts from through anothers eyes:

"Well….you love waffles with mustard. Mustard and waffles are great separately, but together, they're even better, and it just seems like it's…. right." he was starting to feel exceptionally stupid, but he couldn't seem to make himself shut up. "When the mustard is by itself, it feels OK. But when the mustard is with the waffle…..the mustard feels great….better than it has in its life." she nodded. "Alright. I am sure that if mustard had feelings that would be how it saw things.""Yeah. And…the mustard has realized that it loves the waffle. It was afraid for a while, but now it knows that the only way it can be truly happy is to be with the waffle. The mustard knows that it and the waffle are completely different, opposites, basically. The mustard is kind of bitter, and it doesn't really work with most foods. The waffle is sweet and everybody loves a good waffle. But…the mustard doesn't care about differences. The mustard wants to be with the waffle until the end of all eternity,"




Gar, for probably the first time in his life, was completely silent. He was curled up on the other end of the sofa, reading Poe. He had never understood why people made such a big deal over some dead guy before, but now that he had read it, he understood. He did enjoy the comedy and satire stories and the thrill of the horror ones, but what made him completely mesmerized were the poems. Reading through them, he realized why people liked poetry so much. It was because anyone could relate to the emotions expressed in any poem, no matter what it was about. They could find some hidden meaning in the words that mirrored their own situation, and people thrived on feeling that they weren't alone.




"Whoa. You thought something was cute?" he asked. "Something involving me?" "Yes, Gar. I too have the gene that makes girls stupid over furry animals. And I always think you're cute," she said, looking more and more ashamed to be saying this. "Ugh. Cute. That word is disgusting." She, who was known for being emotionless. 'Emotionless my ass,' he thought, smiling slightly. Cute was not a word he enjoyed being associated with, but he decided it must be a compliment coming from her.




"Excuse me sir, do you wish to partake in a meal of a splendid rubber bird?" she held out the rubber chicken.The man stared at the chicken for a moment. "Ch-chicken?" he asked. "Yes!" she chirped happily."Chicken?" the man asked again, his eye starting to twitch. she took a few steps back."Yes," she said timidly, shrinking back.The man leaped to his feet. "You…you have a chicken! SATAN! Chickens are spawn of Satan!" the man screamed, pointing a long, thin, accusing finger in the direction of the squeaky yellow bird in the girl's gentle hands. " Sssssssssatan!" he collapsed onto the ground, sobbing. "Why God, why? Why hast thou forsaken me so? I will not eat the chicken!" and with that, the man climbed shakily to his feet, suddenly seemingly normal. He turned to walk away, and then he turned back in her direction, his eyes wide and mad. He grabbed the rubber chicken swiftly from her grasp. He threw it onto the ground, stomping it several times. " I will never join your mindless zombie armies, you filthy pig-livered bacon finger smooshy!'" and then he turned and fled.




He was dressed in his normal outfit, but he had a deep magenta lacy bra over his shirt. He was also wearing a short, curly rainbow clown wig, a red rubber nose and a cape. His face was painted white and pink with a sloppy blue star on his cheek, and he looked extremely harassed. He sighed. "Let's just get this over with," he said with a sigh. He took off at a run and started sprinting around in circles. People turned their attention to the boy in the cape and bra and clown attire and started laughing. " Mo! Moo! Boobies! Come on Sandy, we're going on a raid of the lobster farm! Weeeeee! Help me hang my panties up to dry!" "Get a job you bum!" yelled a random guy who was walking by. "How could you do this to me?" He asked, collapsing to his knees and grabbing the guy's pant leg. "After all I've done for you! I mad you urchin baby custard for every day of the week! I packed it all into your potato chippy briefcase to start a new day, and this is how you thank me? With your lies and discarded bed sheets!" "Excuse me?" the guy asked. "What's the matter with you?" "Don't pretend you don't sense the awesome power of my long-lost sister's navel hair! I don't know where you think you're going, but you'd better not go. I has connections. I will shoot down your plane! You will land in Cambodia where only flies will lick your wounds and you will be carried to alien ceremonies by the blanket warriors of New York!" "What?" the guy asked, backing away from Robin and jerking his pant leg out of his grip. "Don't act like you don't know the code, Santa!" He bellowed, climbing to his feet. The guy was looking more and more frightened by the second. "Please get away from me! Don't kill me!" the guy said, backing up some more. "Don't run from me, Betty! I loooooves you! Will you marry me?" he asked.




Gar stared blankly ahead out the window, watching the soft gray water rippling in the light breeze. It was already evident that the sun would not be coming out today, not in any sense. He struggled to keep himself from exploding completely. He wasn't even exactly sure what he was feeling right now. He felt desperately heartbroken and he wanted to break into sobs, but at the same time he felt so terribly betrayed and didn't want to devote tears to someone who obviously did not care for him any longer. He had never felt so confused in his life. He tried to concentrate on something else. Anything else. There was nothing in the room, though, but the silence. The unbearable, pressing silence, the silence that somehow roared in his ears, deafening his mind and drowning his control. He could stay in that room no longer. He couldn't spend another second with the silence and the gloomy faces pressing in on him from all directions. Grabbing the small package she had given him, he stood up. "I'm gonna go think," he said, figuring that he owed his friends at least some semblance of an excuse for his running off. And with that, he turned and walked out of the living room. The hallway was unnaturally cold and dark, and seemed a thousand times longer than it ever had. He was desperate just to reach the sanctity of his own bright bedroom, but his door didn't seem to be getting any closer. When he finally reached it, he could have cried out of relief.







There were places here, well hidden, in that old warehouse, under that ground, all around this spot, where things had happened that could never be forgotten by the few that knew of them. People had died. People had burned to death here by molten rock pushed up from beneath the surface by one girl's beautiful and terrible powers. Thousands of destrucive machines had been kept hidden here, waiting for the day when a battle needed to be won by their creator. People had been abused here, beaten here, wounded here, the old screams nothing but a faint memory dulled by the softness of the breeze and the tranquility of the warm spring sun falling through the stubble of grass. People had turned to stone by their own gifts. People had given their lives. And taken the lives of others. All for the sake of the city. But the city didn't know that. It stood, proud and pompous in all its glory, unaware of the deep sacrifice that had been made to protect the things that its buildings shielded






"Thank you. For everything. I remember when I felt like life wasn't worth living anymore, and I had given up. But there you were. You saved my life. You were my angel. And then all the time after when I was so broken down and felt like nothing would be alright again, you were there. You never let me give up. And instead of telling me to suck it up and deal with it, you tried to understand. You don't need to say anything. I just wanted you to know. You saved me more times than you could ever imagine. You never gave up on me, you stayed right there beside me… and when I thought no one could, you saw the world through my eyes."






"Please don't think that! You were good enough! You were always good enough! You made me so happy, Gar! It was never your fault I left, not for even a second! I loved you! I love you now! I've always loved you, from the first time we fought you and brought you back to the Tower, from the first word you ever said to me! It took me so long to realize it, but I've always loved you! I never loved him! You were always the one I wanted, the one I loved! Never anyone else! I never loved you on accident! I wanted to love you! I never wanted anything else! You were the only thing I ever needed! I'm sorry I was so terrible at showing it! I'm so sorry I made you think anything different!"






When she had met him, he had been the last person she would have ever dreamed of falling in love with, but here she was, madly in love with him, ready to leave her heart at his mercy and trust him completely with all of her soul until the day that she died, no matter what might happen between them.




He had never kissed her like this before. He had never really had the chance. It had never been quite like this, all alone faced with only eachother, with nothing in the world to think about but each other, without the fear of interruption, without the barrier of inhibitions.




But don't think that means we're going to forget you, because we're not. I know that every time I skip a rock or see a butterfly or watch the sunrise on the bay, or even feel the wind on my face, I think of you. I know that you're there. You've always been there, and you always will be. You'll never be gone."




But right then, all that mattered was this moment. This moment and all the other moments that could hold the five of us together when there seemed like there was no hope and no way to hold on. Because I know that we all have those moments, those silent, close moments. The ones that never really mean anything until later when we realize their significance. Those are the moments that can hold us together, those moments that can help us become whatever we are meant to be if we just keep believing for one more second that there truly can be something more. Those moments can take us anywhere, if we only allow ourselves to make the journey.
We just need to close our eyes, hold on tight to the ones that love us, and go forward, no matter what might be there. Because if we don't, we'll never know what could have been, and we'll never know if that moment we gave up could have been the one moment we truly started to live. That moment that could change us now, tomorrow, and for the rest of our lives. Forever.



Did I do something to make you want to leave? What did I do wrong, huh? Tell me, what did I fucking do wrong?" "You didn't do anyth-" "Was it the fact that I cared about you? Was it the fact that I loved you more than anyone else ever could? Was it because I would have done anything for you? Or was it because I just wanted to be with you forever? Which of those things is a terrible sin, huh? Which one!"




"Maybe you should try harder! You ruined his life! You ruin it every day with your feelings for him! Every day a little more of him is eaten away by the acid you call love! You just hurt him even more by going to him! Did you think you were going to feel any better by seeing him?"
"How could you do this to him? You are a stupid, terrible bitch! You will never be anything else, you shameless little whore!" she snapped loudly, grating on her nerves. "You should be struck down by the flames of Hell itself, you miserable cretin!"





She smiled back, her heart pounding deafeningly in her chest. She was almost sure he would hear it and wonder what the hell was wrong with her.





She was dimly aware of the fact that they were no longer dancing at all and were now standing still, more or less attempting to make a meal of each other's back molars.



"Is it OK if I stay tonight?" "Yes," she said, reaching for his hand and wrapping hers around it. "You can stay forever."



The two teenagers' breaths were coming almost at the same moments, until it seemed as though they were less of two people than one cloud of nervous energy, both waiting, hoping, wondering if anything would ever happen.





She gave a gasp into Gar's mouth, hands gripping him tightly wherever she was holding him, the details of anything eluded her for a moment.



Thrown off to the side and discarded with the other shed clothing like old shed skin from a growing reptile's back.




She was stroking his shoulder blades in what was a mixture between loving tenderness and mad, desperate desire for every inch of his body and soul.



"...And you made me feel whole again when my world was pretty much torn apart. "
"That was pretty deep for a comedian,"


"Yes. I wish to see what a 'gangsta' is. It is some type of bird?"


"I love you more than you could ever imagine. Don't ever question that,"



She flew resolutely in an unknown direction as tears fell rapidly from her eyes, staining her cheeks, and burning her soul.



"I don't know where you think you're going, but you'd better not go."



"How can any of us be sure about one single damn thing?"



"Jesus, what are they doing to you in there? Sucking your soul out through your mouth"



"...inwardly begging but too proud to voice her frenetic desires."



"You are only saying you are fine so I will go away and you may stew in your feelings of badness."

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exerpts from learning to focus:
The universe was on display before her and it made her feel small and insignificant. Compared to the vastness of the universe she was a nothing and her life was not even a speck on its grand scale. She thought that it was so strange that before this moment her life was all about one problem or another. Now she saw that any problem she had was a nothing but an instant compared to all the moments that were happening in the universe. Maybe time didn't matter and maybe she should take more time for herself.



She plopped down next to the fire and grabbed the nearest piece of fruit. It was strange but she felt like this was the first time she had actually tasted fruit. The sweet liquid filled her mouth and seemed to dance on her tongue. That was not the only thing she noticed that seemed different. The smell of the wood burning, the brilliance of all the stars in the night sky and even the breeze on her skin felt as though they were all new and fresh. She had never felt so relaxed in her life.



Sitting quietly next to him she finally had the time to look around and relax. Relax, she thought, I haven’t ever done that. For the first time in her life she felt calm. For the first time in her life she could not recall having any bad dreams. For that matter she could not remember having any dreams. A tear of joy rolled down her face as she thought that this is how "normal" people felt. Looking at the sky she saw the stars in a new glorious way. She did not see them as other world with potential enemies but rather jewels strung across the heavens just for her.



"what???, your not embarrassed are you? if I had your body I would show it off more often, besides that we are both girls, the boys did not even notice, as a matter of fact playmate could be sitting nude next to them and they would not see her, unless of course she were blocking the tv..... or kicking their asses in the game".



Time stopped for her and she felt like she was in space again. This time she was not an insignificant speck but one moment among many, all the moments making up the whole of the universe. She felt like she was no longer outside the world but a part of it.



".....before there were people to notice time and place what was there?" he asked her not expecting an answer. "There just was, time is an illusion that you weave for yourself to make you feel like your life matters"



"Is this what love is like. wanting never ever to be separated." It felt good but then again it bothered her. "I’m not sure if I am control here" she thought as she drifted off to sleep.



At that moment they were just a boy and a girl, no wars to fight, no problems to solve, just two lovers under the stars.



"Is that how its suppose to be for us, no worries about money or power, no evil, I envy him, he gets to at least leave the world behind for a while"




They continued their gentle embrace for several minuets pausing only to breath. This had not been what she had expected, raw animal power so gentle given.



She thought to herself that he looked like a male version of sleeping beauty and she was his princess charming. Princess pervert is more like it, she laughed to herself




The two women just watched the suns rays kiss the land as it began to loose its battle to the night.




She could hear him saying " oh my god, oh my god." "That was not god, love, not god at all," she whispered with an evil grin.




"Of all the things I could compete with for his attention it had to be a video game."



"He is not even looking, I guess when he does something he does it with all his heart."



He drew himself up and tried to strike a suave pose, or at least as suave as he could manage.

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What if we're all just part of some enormous cross-over, non-canon "AU" and our "canon" counterparts are all leading more thrilling, exciting lives in our respective canon universes?
I think my creator is either suffering writers block or is emo.
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exerpts from To Be With You :
it was still rather early the sun only a red peak of a tease of the morning approaching on the horizon



though her eyes kept getting focussed on his now ripped abs.. and his recent eight pack.. seeing his hand waved upwards "you know my face is up here now?" blushing as she never thought she would be on the receiving end of that particular phrase



“No matter how many times I see you like this, you are always going to be the same wonder that you are tonight



No matter what she had to do, she would do it. “I’ll have you, you may think that you two are in love, but soon enough you’ll see that you don’t have anything with her. And when you fall, I’ll catch you and you’re going to absolutely adore me.” With that final thought, a small devious smirk crossed her face as she headed to meet with the others.



“Does your arrogance know no bounds?”


“You will burn before you ever touch him,” she said as she passed by.
“What did you say to me?” the other woman said, opening her eyes.
“I said, ‘you will burn before you ever lay a hand on him.’ Do you understand that?”



Though she had tried to keep who she considered her worst foe on Earth out, she hadn’t been able to stop it. “Fate,” she told herself. “It’s just my fate that I have to put up with her. But I swear if she touches him, she will know fear.”



I love waking up next to you. For once in my life, I feel like my life can’t get any better. Please. I-I-I’m begging you. I’m scared to be alone again. I’ve tasted freedom and returning to slavery frightens me. Sometimes I even have nightmares of not having you around to hold me in your arms. You’re my salvation from my horrors.”



Alone in her sorrow, alone in her pain,



Though they were all presenting themselves as friends, that image was fast becoming a lie
“Why are you sleeping on your back?” he said
“I’ll have to as I get fatter.” she responded
“More beautiful,” he replied

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exerpts from the life and loves of Gar:

Then again, he was glad the boy hadn’t done or said anything. What was he supposed to say? ‘Sorry, it was just a hate fuck’?



The girl bit back a delighted squeal for the sake of her sleeping lover. She had a lover! A lover!! L-O-V-E-R!!!




Thinking quickly she used her plate as an improvised shield before she was sprayed with fruit shrapnel.



“he says I mustn’t blame you for anything, because he asks a terrible thing of you and I can see from your reluctance this is true!
“Fuck,” Gar growled, running his fingers through his already ratty hair. “Jesus titty-fucking Christ.”



As the pain raced through his body like cold lighting, young man reflected that this must be true happiness.



Gah, it drove Garth nuts! He wanted to do things to him! Naked things!


And that’s what lovers did, after all; they made love.


Nobody knew how much the absence of love hurt more than Gar



“Oh my various gods! Are you okay, angel?”

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exerpts from Feel it:
He was off playing I’m-Going-To-Kill-And-Eat-You with some unwitting animal.

He once had described him as a ‘fearful, crouching masturbator.


It seemed like traveling with these people required entirely too much thinking.


This woman was just amused by something a customer had said. Nothing sinister about it. She wasn’t aiming to, say, wipe out his entire race through a scorched-earth campaign of attrition and blazing genocide, like certain people. So that already had her on his good side.


*She likes fish. I know she likes fish. I’ve heard her say she likes fish.* His gut rolled over nervously. *Oh, man, I hope she likes this fish.*



"I think it made me more confident, as you could no doubt tell by my cowardly topple from the top of that log.”


“Wait, I wonder if there’s some kind of championship belt for love? Because I’ve earned it. I’m a regular romantic prodigy!"

"And I didn’t have these problems until you got involved. You realize that this is all your fault, right?”
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He didn’t want people to think he was shallow, but… on second thought, he didn’t give a fuck about what people thought. -----Building Something New





See the World in a Grain of Sand,Hold the Whole Thing In Your Hand

The pen is mightier than the sword, and the sword is mightier than the key, the key is mightier than the pen, and the pen is mightier than the sword again

Savoring every blessed second of it. Their souls mated… together as one… for just a few seconds. It felt like an eternity, though. Then, their world shattered and they were two people again.

"G'night Rae…" Gar whispered, pulling her head gently to his chest.
"Good night… Gar…" Raven mumbled, already half asleep.
"I… I love you…" Gar blushed even as he said it. Even after all they'd been through, he only said it when it really counted. Like right then, for instance. Raven sighed softly, curling into him for warmth and love.
"Forever…?" Raven breathed softly, tracing one of the fantastic scars on his chest.
Gar smiled at his mate, nuzzling her tenderly. "Yeah… forever."
The lights of the room were already out, but Raven looked around anyway. She knew neither of them would fear the darkness again. They had each other. In their hearts, in their bodies and in their bed. Gar licked his lips several times, trying to gain his proper voice again so he could speak. That had been so intense, it took a few moments for him to get a proper tone. Raven looked up at him as he spoke. "I saw eternity the other night, like a great ring of pure and endless light…" he whispered poetically.
It was so… romantic of him… Raven's heart trembled and her mind frantically scrambled for the other half of the poem. "All was calm… as it was bright…" she whispered back.

"What do you two want?" She snapped, sitting up. "I'm busy."
"But… you're sitting in a cage." the child pointed out softly.
"You can shut the hell up!" She shouted, scaring her behind the older girl again.

UPON THE SHADOWS DO NOT TREAD, UNLESS YOU WISH TO BE QUITE DEAD. -------Raven's Game




“Many people believe they can predict what would make them happy. Many people are wrong.
---rynnay (deviant art)


How lucky can I be? She is my moonlight. How dark would things be without her? I live to see her shine on me.
He is the earth beneath me. Majestic and real and filled with so many secrets that it would take a lifetime to understand him completely. It’s a good thing that I have a lifetime.
Silvery gray Goddess. I’m touching the moon and I can’t believe it. I can’t believe that something so beautiful would ever let me touch them like this. Could this last forever? -----UNFUFILLED


Moral ramifications are for twits, anyway

*This…* she knew, *… is the best shipwreck ever!*

--------Gunwild’s Stranded



"Well, I hate to burst your angst bubble," Friendship: Tough Love

Life, it seemed, enjoyed a good practical joke
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It is bad enough when the parent sins…but it is far worse when the sins are passed down to their children.
---the world is on fire




"I am a horrible father. Had I been stronger, had I been faster, had I been smarter... I would still have a son today-- a family. Is he still alive somewhere? Is he well?"

"That boy is a disgrace to our name. Should he become half of what his brother is, it will be a miracle."

"No son of mine kicks me out of my own house. It's my house, my wife, my property. I can do what I want with what's mine."

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"Any father who would abandon his kid in the woods to be eaten by whatever wanders by is no father I'd like to meet. I squared with the fact that I was thrown away a long time ago, and it's no skin off my back. But my question is-- how did he possibly know an infant would be unfit to be his son?"

"I did everything that unsmiling cretin expected out of a respectful son. But at every turn, my brother stood by one step higher, and there I stood in his shadow. It seemed as if God forbade that man to lower himself to teach his son what he had done wrong, rather than to turn and walk away. I swore I would not become like him, yet every word I utter is a sharp reminder that I failed at even that."

"He could have beaten me until I was mud under his boot. But I promised him, if he ever touched her again, I would kill him.
And he did. My boots have never been dirtier."
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I finish this with a word passed down through legacies of time. clicking faster then the nearby numerals that slowly put surely discuss with you your slow decay and transcendence from this MATERIAL SPHERE. ordained by the highest ministers in days before the christ child ever suckled a teat and hung from peices of wood in a ceremonial manner much like a piece of fruit FROM THE LOINS OF HIS MASTER.

buried in a stream of time where it echoed in caverns of human psyche and ricocheted inside the ear canals of generations thereafter. haunting...echoeing like an nearby instinct assuring you and ALL YOUR MONKEY FIST NUFFING BRETHREN that it will all be okay, with ethereal presence and a very strong minty hushed breathe. it is the beginning and it is your end and thusly the middle of EVERYTHING YOU WILL EVER UNDERSTAND, COMPREHEND, BELIEVE, TOUCH, HOPE, DREAM, FEAR, DESPAIR WITHIN AND PUT ON TOP OF A CLOVED REINDEER.

and so we watch in ardent dismay as two of the most grievous of forces struggle and there cataclysmic ERUPTIONS OF ENCONIUM SPLENDOR ECHO ACROSS THE LAND

this pales in comparison to the utterance of this word.

a word SO POWERFUL.

SO.
MIGHTYYY.

that even now if i utter it any form of deity will TREMBLE AND QUAKE IN THERE respective dimensions OF PURE RAPTURE.

could you bare such a word?

could you?
COULD YOU?

i don't think you EVER POSSIBLY COULD..BUT against my better judgment. against my clairvoyant presumptions.
i will give to you your ancient birthright

THE PRIMORDIAL QUINTESSENTIAL BEWILDERING LANGUOR of this ANCIENT AND OMNIPOTENT UNDERSTANDING.....
kludd
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His very sore nether region.
Glaring down at his own cloth-covered groin, he growled, "You fool -- stay down!"
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“Don’t you think we’ve sort of been unlucky, in a way, to have stumbled on so many pitfalls?”
“If you look at it in such a manner, yes. However, Luck and Unluck perhaps have tendencies to disagree. Where one acts, the other counteracts as a way of rebellion, like terrible siblings. If you believe Unluck holds a grudge against you—ah, us… rather… then you should also believe Luck has been rebelling by allowing us to evade serious injury or death.”
“So you think we’ll survive no matter what, because we’re lucky?”
“No, that’s preposterous.”
“How so?”
“It is my belief that Luck favors those who first put their heart and soul into fighting every day to survive. She turns from men who are lazy and merely depend on her to bring them fortune.”
“So…” I said, “If there’s this big, frightening army of Mage Guild-masters staring us down from the top of one hill, and another army of mounted Drakes on another, you would…?”
“Advise that we run very fast.”
“What if Unluck prevails on that fight?”
“Then, I suppose, we either die, become seriously injured, or make it through on our own strength and wits. But I can almost guarantee that standing still and awaiting Luck would not yield promising results—with anything in life.”
“Would you say being alive, healthy, and disgustingly rich would classify a man as lucky?”
Ethan didn’t answer for a long time. He seemed to be concentrating on something, his eyes focused in the distant gloom of the forest beyond the campsite, and I was focused on my dirty boots as I finished the rest of my cold meal. After several moments, I could hear Nale shift in his sleep and clear his throat, then continue snoring lightly.
“Only if the individual were also happy,” he finally responded. I looked over at him. He stared at me square in the face with the relaxed expression of someone completely at ease—something that only happens when he knows he’s about to sleep soon, or when he’s had several tankards of ale. “Lately I have begun to find that any man who finds himself to be happy has been granted a flirt or a smile from Luck.”
“But being alive and healthy and rich would make me happy,” I reasoned aloud, tossing the skewer and the bones to the side.
Ethan just shrugged as he stood. “Many people believe they can predict what would make them happy. Many people are wrong.
---rynnay (deviant art)




For those shitheaded prudes out there who think they can control the world with their control freak habits and bitch to the higher powers until for the sake of the community and to shut them UP... they dispose of what said bitcher was complaining about.
GROW UP.
You know what I do? When I happen upon something that I dislike? I move along.
Yes. It IS possible. I know it's hard to comprehend, but you are capable of doing so!I move along because I'm not an anal dwelling butt monkey and I am smart enough to realize, that to make what is on my moniter go away, I can move my mouse cursor to the back button, and click it.
See? Easy as that! Get over yourselves.
Apathetic and intelligent people who think I'm wasting precious time I have on the computer to put this out there, your probably right. But maybe, just MAYBE, anal dwelling control freaks just need it crammed down their gluttinous necks enough times for them to get it.

Yes yes, I understand that the boy smut is smothering and quite overwhelming on the internets as of now. But you know why there is so much? Because it's good shit.
You don't see us getting all offended and bitchy when guys get into their chick on chick stuff? Why is that? Why is it so wrong for guys to be all over each other yet when girls are doing the same its okay?


And for those commenters who piss and moan about it on my work. Fine, go ahead. Your opinion, I can respect that. Because I'm not as easily offended as you bitchy terds. Actually I envy you. I envy that you can gather the time to take four seconds of your life and use it to let me in on your intelligence and wisdom when you comment,
"gay.."
Yes, almighty being of wisdom. That was kind of the point. BRAVO. Thank you for pointing that out.

And I'm sure that if any of you out there are like me and have, coincedently, a short attention span. You wouldn't of read this energy drink enduced rant.
Enviga.
Taste like shit yet gives you a jolt.
I'm sure I'll regret this later... >

I LOVE THE LOT OF YOU WHO ENJOY MY STUPIDITY AND SUPPORT ME WITH EVERY FIBER OF MY BEING! 8D
Thank you! You fucking rock!

*face-desk*




Paramore My Heart

This heart, it beats,

beats for only you

My heart is your home





"I’m not angry all the time, You push me down at least you try, Until we see this eye to eye I don’t want you."

"I’m not the man I was before"

"Where the hell are you,When I need you!"

------TDG wake up



Paramore We Are Broken

I've seen worlds that don't belong

My mouth is dry
With words I cannot verbalise
Tell me why
We live like this

Cause we are broken
What must we do to restore
Our innocence
And all the promise we adored?
Give us life again
Cause we just wanna be whole

Lock the doors
Cause I'd like to capture this voice
It came to me tonight
So everyone will have a choice

We're at war
We live like this
And I'll take the truth at any cost





"All around me are familiar faces
Worn out places
Worn out faces
Hide my head I want to drown my sorrow
No tomorrow, no tomorrow
And I find it kinda funny
I find it kinda sad
the Dreams in which I'm dying are the best I've ever had
----Mad World, Michael Andrews



Paramore Hallelujah
somehow everything's gonna fall right into place
if we only had a way to make it all fall faster everyday
if only time flew like a dove

this time we're not giving up
let's make it last forever
screaming "hallelujah"

I can't force these eyes to see the end




When darkness turns to light It ends tonight,It ends tonight.Just a little insight won't make this right It's too late to fight It ends tonight---aar




“What I’m trying to say, in some clumsy way, is that its you and only you, not just for now, not just today. But its you and only you, for always.”Nichole Nordeman‘We Build’



Paramore Miracle

I've gone for too long
Living like I'm not alive
So I'm gonna start over tonight

When this memory fades
I'm gonna make sure it's replaced
With chances taken, hope embraced

I won't let you
Let you give up on a miracle
When it might save you

We've learned to run from
Anything uncomfortable

We've tied our pain below
And no one ever has to know
That inside we're broken

it not faith then if you use your eyes





"Trust me, There’s no need to fear, Everyone’s here, Waiting for you to finally be one of us."

"I will let you down, I’ll let you down."

"Trust me, I’ll be there when you need me, You’ll be safe here."

------TDG let you down




Never Let This Go
Paramore

Maybe if my heart stops beating
It won't hurt this much
And never will I have to answer
Again to anyone




"In this time are we loving, Or do we sit here wondering, Why this world isn’t turning round, It’s now or never."
"We have no use For the truth, And now’s the time for us to lose, Who we are and how we’ve tried, Taking every step in stride, It now or never to decide."

"In this way are we learning, Or do we sit here yearning, For this world to stop turning round."

"Where’s the truth For us to use."
"Cause all we seem to do is lose, Who we are and how we’ve tried, Are we all the same inside?"

--------TDG now or never




For A Pessimist I'm Pretty Optimistic paramore

I'm not so naïve
My sorry eyes can see

You were finished long before
We had even seen the start

Why don't you stand up, be a man about it?
Fight with your bare hands about it now