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peace doesn't mean
It does not mean to be in a place
where there is no noise, trouble,
or hard work, it means
to be in the midst of
those things & still
be calm to your heart
insomniaI lay awake each night
Thinking of nothing bright
I lay there wanting more
But all my dreams have tore
Unsure what future brings
Remembering past stings
What i would give to sleep
Not to worry and weep
Feeling so alive now
Insomnia can bow
I have given up hope to fall asleep
Damn insomnia, in my room you creep
In my dreams you reap,
I will never get my sleep
Robby is a cat???Typing away at the keyboard, enjoying conversations with random people.
you can't really see my face...those could be masks that i wear when i submit pix.
i could really just be great with human speech.
i could just be able to understand your humor.
i might not be a 19 year old boy.
im not really human
im a simple cat :3
Canada X Reader Maple Cookies Prize
Canada X Reader Maple Cookies
Mattie or Matthew turned to see a girl with (hair/length) (hair/color) hair and (eye/color) eye running toward him. He waited for her to get to him and catch her breath. When she did she smiled at him.
“I did it” she says holding up a paper
“Did what (Name)?” he asks
“I signed up for the food fair and got the country I wanted” (Name) answers
“Cool, which country did you chose?” he asks curiously
“Canada” she says simply
Matthews’s cheeks turn pink.
“What are you going to make?” he asks
“I have a bunch of maple flavored recipes I’m going to make and I have already started the info poster”
“I can help you if you want”
“No thanks, I want it to be a surprise”
(Name) winks at him the strolls away. After that Matthew barely saw (Name). She would wave at him, they would talk for a bit then she would leave and whenever he as
Scooby Doo and Shaggy VS Animatronics: Battle
The Mystery Machine was driving down a bleak road in the middle of the forest. Shaggy and Scooby had to do all of the Mystery Solving, since the rest of the gang was on a vacation. They were looking for a rest stop, or, at least, a place to eat. Scooby had eaten all of their food for the trip.
"Jeez, Scoob, why do I have a feeling this might be more difficult without Fred, Daphine, and Velma?"
"Raggy, look, a sign!"
The sign spoke of an exit, about half a mile away. Shaggy stopped for a minute and examined the sign.
"On exit five, turn left, and you will find a small town, home of Freddy Fazbear's pizzerea. This famed Pizza restaurant makes some of the best Pizza 'round. Though make sure to leave by closing, as the restaurant is not responsible for any dismemberment and mutilation."
Scooby ran up to the window closest to Shaggy.
"Rid you say Pizza?"
"Yeah, Scoob! Let's go there, and besides, I wasn't paying attention at that last part anyways!"
Shaggy leapt into the front seat, and sta
A Letter from your SongsAnother oldie... Not a poem this time, but a letter written to song artist Stevie Nicks, (who has been a favorite of mine and a big inspiration to me for a very long time...since my teen years).
The letter is written to her using her songs. (which are shown in bold)
Has anyone ever written anything for you?
I have, and I'd like to take this opportunity to thank you for: The beginning of The dance. For being there at the Edge of seventeen of my life. For showing me the sparkling beauty of the Silver spring. For the contrast of Leather and lace . For introducing me to Sarah. For embracing the world within your Dreams . For knowing your Destiny : and being the Kind of woman that you are; giving, Unconditional love. Even though Outside the rain wreaked
ShipsDo you know why its a bad idea for ships to travel side by side over the sea?
They sat side by side, husband and wife, not touching. She sat perched on the edge of the sofa, as though she was scared to come into contact with anything solid. He, on the other hand, lay so far back that he was almost flat, as though hoped that the cushions would swallow him. He was wrapped in a blanket (he was always cold these days) whereas she just looked cold. Not as if she was cold, but as if she radiated it, as though it was some sort of negative heat. Neither of them looked at each other. They both acted as though the TV was their entire world.
The motion of the waves acts on the outer edge of each of the two ships.
"Do you still love me?" she said suddenly. He didn't reply. This wasn't particularly surprising, as she had been dead for a year now. She sighed, and he wriggled deeper under his blanket.
But the really interesting part is that each of the ships acts as a natural shield
Wizards in Training (TG) (Request)(WARNING: This story contains descriptions of a man turning into a woman. If this puts you off, feel free to pass this up.)
The Pogona Institution for the Magically Inclined; call it your real-world Hogwarts equivalent if you will. This was a prestigious college, located in far off in the Canadian wilderness, surrounded by lush forests and mirror-like lakes, beyond which the snow-covered mountains rise to dominate the skyline. The college itself was not unlike your modern campus grounds, only it featured more of an elegant decor than most other public educational establishments. Despite the absolutely beautiful view, this school was particularly private, and only those who prove themselves to be truly capable of wielding arcane forces are allowed to enter. This process is full of all sorts of challenges and troubles, but some people manage to make it in by the skin of their neck. Two such people are new students Aaron and Bennett, who had just enrolled a week ago.
America x reader: late night grocery shoppingI do not own hetalia or you~
15 years old, you are England's child
I felt my arm being shaken. "Hey...hey (name)...wake up!" I heard an American voice whisper. I opened my eyes slightly. "Alfie what time is it...and how did you get into England's house?" I groaned. "I picked the lock...come with me to the grocery store!" He said. I leaned up. "Okay...why?" I asked lazily throwing my feet over the bedside. "Because I ran out of coke and I need more but I don't wanna go alone." He said. I nodded as I tugged on a hoodie and held my arms up. "Carry me." I said. Alfred laughed and let me hop onto his back. I laid my head on his shoulder and watched everything move by me. Soon we got to the car and he put me in the passenger seat.
We drove quickly to the grocery store, however I didn't get to be carried because an angry woman yelled at us when we walked in with me on his back. So Alfred got a cart and let me sit in it. "Dang...someone needs a happy meal." Alfred said in a snappy t
Rentals"And that's how I ended up on this shelf!" I made sure to say with a smile on my face. The man across from me just tilted his head in confusion. "Is something still wrong? I thought I did a pretty good job at explaining why my head is here."
"Yeah, but..." he said while crossing his arms. He seemed to be at a loss for words. "Okay, I get that you're only being rented out and not actually for sale. But why are you actually.. ya know.. on?"
"What?" It took me a second to realize what he meant. But I got it. "Oh! Well that's easy. Since I volunteered for this, I'm left on so I can let people know why my head isn't for sale. I uh, hold on." I needed to blow my hair out of my face, since my hands were else where in the store. I wasn't getting much done, but thankfully the customer brushed my black hair behind my ear and out of my hair. "Thank you! Now where was I? Oh right. Normally there are a lot more rental heads out on display, but we are near closing time and I seem to be the last one
imaginary letters to hollow bonesto the quietest one,
i long to use my flesh and bone to advantage beneath the harsh glow of fluorescent lighting, to show off angles that should not exist but do.
i yearn to feel the touch of a hand as if it were the weight of the world upon my waist instead of a soft, rounded palm.
i desire the skin of my shoulders to split and for wings to unfurl from their hidden cavities so that i may fly as if i were a bird.
these are the thoughts that will echo within my conscious on my twenty-second birthday, when the cake is moist and my mouth waters with the delight of it.
these are the ideas that will hollow my bones and fill them with air in preparation for my maiden flight.
and i tell you this, youngest of young selves: you must not allow it. stamp out these snake-like thoughts when you are still shy of your tenth birthday, before they begin to matter. let them spill into the ocean from the sink in our bathroom long before they begin to poison us both, before they can strip the fat flesh
Columbian studentsMummy...Johnny brought a gun to school
He told his friends that it was cool
And when he pulled the trigger back
It shot with a great crack
Mummy I was a good girl
I did what I was told
I went to school, I got straight A's, I even got the gold
But mummy when I went to school that day, I never said goodbye
I'm sorry mummy I had to go, but mommy please don't cry
When Johnny shot the gun he hit me and another
And all because he got the gun from his older brother
Mummy please tell daddy that I love him very much
And please tell Chris, my boyfriend, that it wasn't just a crush
And tell my little sister that she is the only one now
And tell my dear sweet grandmother that I'll be waiting for her now
And tell my wonderful friends that they were always the best
Mummy I'm not the first I'm no better than the rest
Mummy tell my teachers I won't show up for class
And never to forget this and please don't let this pass
Mummy why'd it have to be me no one deserves this
Mummy warn the others, mummy I
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