Dorky Dads and a Not Dead Me.
JollyBut I'm going to college in the fall. So I'm busy being a reckless irresponsible teen.
Pointless journal entry? ... Sort of.
But I felt that it was necessary, I dunno
Dances in AssyriaThe steps heavyDances in Assyria
Weighted with air Weighted with archaic sound
Our feet fall light . The jigs
The spins The sways
A dance Older than I
Older than you
Heavier than the heat of desert Dedicated and fickle
The melodies the words the harmonies Vocals that could crush tongues Could break bones brittle
Strap the moon to our shoulders
Our tongues, our bones
Our feet fall light . Passion and balm Steps with weight unbearable
Older than you
Older than I
Our ton
Clarisse -- FinalJessica had been waiting for an awful long time, passing the many hours by picking up several books, wandering the hallways, and eating — in no particular order. Restless, she allowed herself to be led back to Azrael’s study, finding it empty once more. Had it been anyone else who had issued an invitation stressing punctuality and failed to follow their own terms, she would have been nothing short of infuriated, and leaving said party would not have been out of the question. Considering the circumstances, however . . . She chose to wait, trying very hard not to imagine the pleasant, soothing sound of her television switching on. SerClarisse -- Final
I was so about to reread some of your stuff. Bitch. This better not delay Clarisse. And KD.
Kidding. XD I love you.
Ahhhhhhhhh ha I need to work on RS. And typing that story I wrote over a month ago.
I LOVE YOU!
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"There is no such thing as coincidence in this world. The only thing is Hitsuzen -a bond of fate that never disappears once tied." -Yuko Ichihara, xxxHolic
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~*Who really knows if it's better to have loved and lost... than to have never loved at all?*~
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