Just resigning myself to a massive long post
MarshiestMallow
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The Marshiest of Mallows
STATUS: "Doing your best" does not mean working yourself to the point of a mental breakdown. Its no longer your best at that point. 8 yrs ago
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"Doing your best" does not mean working yourself to the point of a mental breakdown. Its no longer your best at that point.
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9 yrs ago
The word homeowner has the word "meow" in it. Good luck pronouncing it correctly ever again. You're welcome ^.^
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9 yrs ago
When everything seems wrong...something goes right, and it changes darkness into light, and makes the shadows a little less daunting.
10 yrs ago
People cry, not because they are weak. It's because they've been strong for too long
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11 yrs ago
the bad thing about being bullied is that every time it happens it steals a little piece of who you are if it happens enough little by little you become a little less of who you were meant to be.
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O-oh okay
I've been awake 35 minutes.
I'll try and post before work or even during cause chances are I'm at the back gate and no one ever comes through there
I'll try and post before work or even during cause chances are I'm at the back gate and no one ever comes through there
It wasn't 12 hours ago.
I have work in an hour
I have work in an hour
God knows when I'll post. I was going to last night but the site was acting up
Sorry I haven't been posting. It's been finals week.
That's okay! School comes first!
I wanna mess with Ferris though XD
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All of it... please don't be mad
Blargh
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Uhh...what?
Go home Caits, you're drunk. Lol
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Joe which was meant to be now...what don't you understand?
I feel like absolute crap
It's only Joe just tomorrow for us...
Assuming I have the right person and lmpkio is the one that lives in Australia
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*poke*
It's only Joe just tomorrow for us...
Assuming I have the right person and lmpkio is the one that lives in Australia
Agent Caits threw up her hands to protect her eyes from the blazing light, wondering if this was what the sun would seem like close up, and glad she would never find out. She wondered if her cornea's were burned, but didn't open her eyes.
Cody's head tilted towards Agent Dioxides voice, but right then the young man could not connect the voice to ally, and it seemed for a moment that he would lash out at the agent, but then his name was spoken. He pondered for a moment, teetering on an edge.
He did not have a choice. It was either stop his attack, or let the motivators kill them. He swayed slightly, and seemed on the verge of passing out, yet he gathered his strength, and seemed to weave light into what could only be described as a prison around the motivators, deliberately making it small so that if they moved they would be burned by the bars of light.
The rooms light dimmed, and the glow faded from Cody's skin, his eyes losing the shine they had obtained. His clothes appeared unharmed by the light, and he rocked back onto the balls of his feet. He swallowed around a throat suddenly raw and dry.
It was barely a whisper, the dark circles under his eyes seemed to be as deep as craters, and as dark as a raccoon's. His normally pale skin was almost transparent. He looked towards the sound of the voice
Cody's head tilted towards Agent Dioxides voice, but right then the young man could not connect the voice to ally, and it seemed for a moment that he would lash out at the agent, but then his name was spoken. He pondered for a moment, teetering on an edge.
He did not have a choice. It was either stop his attack, or let the motivators kill them. He swayed slightly, and seemed on the verge of passing out, yet he gathered his strength, and seemed to weave light into what could only be described as a prison around the motivators, deliberately making it small so that if they moved they would be burned by the bars of light.
The rooms light dimmed, and the glow faded from Cody's skin, his eyes losing the shine they had obtained. His clothes appeared unharmed by the light, and he rocked back onto the balls of his feet. He swallowed around a throat suddenly raw and dry.
'I'm sorry'
It was barely a whisper, the dark circles under his eyes seemed to be as deep as craters, and as dark as a raccoon's. His normally pale skin was almost transparent. He looked towards the sound of the voice
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