Maybe I'll write a story.
Or maybe I'll just go "abuse the search bar" as Madii put it.


So that I may understand.i can hear the reggae in the background sliding under her voice and slipping to my ears how many times have heavy bass riffs saved me from insanity? look just over her shoulder to find that there is nothing there. thats better though i've never met a fascist nothing before. play rewind repeat repeat repeat what you have just said. if she listened to herself would it be please stop please stop please stop anger always came quickly and violently and at the slightest thing. shhh be quiet. why can't you be quiet. anger. when it comes we shake heads deny that which is animalistic the dark and the red and the heat the fury of the hour? &So that I may understand.


Lien TeapartyShe arrived at the doorway just in time to hear Lien ask "would Miss Emma like another biscuit?" She pulled down the hood of her jacket as she peered around the frame and into the sunlit room. Lien was sitting at a child's table, on a child's stool; both painted white with tiny flower designs. His legs were tucked in front of him, but they still stuck out awkwardly so that they pressed up against the table legs. Perched on his head was a top hat; around the base of which a strip of red silk had been lovingly glued. Upon further inspection she realized that he was also wearing a Victorian-style suit to match the ridiculous hat. Miss EmmaLien Teaparty


Ryoko.It was a balmy Saturday night, and a young female iguana crawled along the edge of surf on the beach. Unlike most iguanas her age, Ryoko didn't enjoy partying, or hanging out with friends on the weekends (it would help if she actually HAD that many friends), but rather, she enjoyed taking long strolls under the stars. She loved the way the waves beat rhythmically on the shore, and the way the tiny grains of sand shifted under her feet. She loved slashing her long tail through the water, and even getting sand all over it. Most of all, though, she loved eating the soggy turnips that fell from the uh... turnip trees... and into the ocean. She swRyoko.


Training for Setsuyu.Setsuyu Aketetsusen crouched next to a fish pond in the noble district of Rella. Steel grey-blue eyes followed the darting motions of the golden fish. She touched the crystal water with her finger tips to attracts the golden streaks. One of the smaller, faster fish paused underneath her one of her barely-submerged fingers and regarded it lazily. Realizing that the strange intruder wasn't food, and possibly a threat, the fish flicked it's tail and darted for cover. However, it was too late. Setsuyu lunged forwards, submerging much of her pale arm in the pond, grabbing the golden delight. For a moment she teetered at the edge of the fish pond,Training for Setsuyu.
I lurve u.
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"All our broccoli must have come down from these skies...over time it's evolved---become less aggressive."
I'm making ramen with Skwisgaar's solo.
Je t'aime aussi!
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"All our broccoli must have come down from these skies...over time it's evolved---become less aggressive."
I'm making ramen with Skwisgaar's solo.
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"The future is predetermined by those who shape it"
Andrae420
<3
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"All our broccoli must have come down from these skies...over time it's evolved---become less aggressive."
I'm making ramen with Skwisgaar's solo.
pess. i gotted my license so now you must wake up and not be late no more. for i will drive you places...like school.
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"All our broccoli must have come down from these skies...over time it's evolved---become less aggressive."
I'm making ramen with Skwisgaar's solo.
he is biting u -->
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"All our broccoli must have come down from these skies...over time it's evolved---become less aggressive."
I'm making ramen with Skwisgaar's solo.
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See it wiggle, see it jiggle, JELLO
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You ain't all that in a bag of potato chips.
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