Just letting everybody know I'm alive, then.
: )


every path is a mazeevery path is a maze
E, i.
if he knew how painful falling in love would be, he never would have done it in the first place.
he tells you this often; hell, he's telling you this now, among other things, as the tears well up in his eyes and he grabs hold of you before beginning to sob. and you want to do it with him.
you know him for his confidence; all of los angeles knows him for his confidence. and yet, here he is.
sobbing into your dress shirt about how unfair life came out to be.
so you start drawing shapes on his back comfortingly, murmuring consolations. after a little while, y


insanityyou're in my office.insanity
again.
it's been the fifth time this week, and goddamn it, it's only tuesday.
you're sitting on my couch, staring at me. your staring stopped being unnerving a while ago, so I don't particularly mind, but you're just sitting there and you're smiling.
it was the first thing I told you after we started seeing each other, the first thing I admitted to - after you had already admitted to so much. "I love your smile," I whispered as we sat on the couch in front of the television, my head on your chest as we watched the eleven o'clock news; you had put down your soda and I ha


the darkness is spreadinghe's scared.the darkness is spreading
he's scared; he wants to get up and leave but he can't because it's dark and he can't see and he's frozen in his bed; and this has happened so many times, since such a young age but he's twenty now so this has to stop, it has to, has to, has to; father and grandmother will be disappointed; and
"you think too much," a voice emerges from the depths, "just like your mother."
and it's him. him.
it's his savior.
he smiles shakily despite himself. "you always compare me to my mother. you know a lot about her."
"and you know so little." he can see the


one view in the mistwith every vacation that gives me the opportunity to wander around, I find my adulation for street performers increasing.one view in the mist
an odd thing to say, I know. it's just that, amidst the lying around in hotel rooms flipping through foreign channel numbers in the race to find the soap opera you want to watch in time (because god forbid you have to watch the reruns on saturday); the beach-side reading for summer assignments and the fleeting concentration on your book when the roundabout philosophy starts giving you a headache as the sound of the waves tries to quell it; the unfamiliar streets and the same retail stores gracing them every g
Phoenix Wright

21: Death There's a famous line from a poem by Emily Dickenson that states, "Because I could not stop for Death, he could kindly stopped for me." I can relate. It was a regular day, sun shining in the sky, when Death pointed his finger at me and dropped me to my knees. I'm surrounded by the scent of aniseptics and the color white, nurses coming every half hour to check the machines that never quiet.21: Death
My skin is white and my hair is falling from my scalp to the floor. "The chemo should help," they say. "You'll survive this," they say. What they don't know is that I see him every night, waiting in the corner with his sorrowful ey

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Ral
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"I am going to call you Flamingo Tongue Cowrie. Agent Flamingo Tongue Cowrie. And I shall be Agent Nudie Pants."
"Nudibranch."
~teentitans
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It's like listening to the ocean!
I'm glaaaaad you like my edgey-feenie-fa.
Cho
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These donuts are great! Jelly-filled are my favorites. Nothing beats a jelly-filled donut!
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