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Ask me stuff CLOSED FOR NOW8D Thanks all! This has been fun! I will make a journal with all the parts asap! Some still have to upload, and ill play in the last questions for the last part thank you all
I saw MizAmy do it and I wanted to try it out. I AM AKWARD ahahaaa.. I cant stay to serious! ANYWAY I'll probably do it in parts if there will be many questions and I will try to do as money as I have time for today 8D.
SO ASK AWAY under in the comment section!
- I will pronounce many things weird/usernames wrong
- there might be singing
- there will be faces..lots of faces
- there might be a cat if she decides to join me.
- THERE WILL be a stick.
BE SURE to look over the comments to see if a question has already been asked xD saves me a lot of time if people dont ask the same things ^^ Thank you!
Moving On“No.” It was all I could say, taking in the carnage of what had just last night been my pristine kitchen. I wanted to collapse onto a chair, but they – and our spacious table – were covered in miscellany. Cleaning supplies, random knick-knacks from the living room, a thermometer, a scale. It was all there, strewn about.
My legs were shaking, and I fought the urge to cry. So messy. So dirty. No, no, no. I collapsed onto the shoe bench in between the Franco Sarto and the Gucci. I don't know where Giesswein had gone. I wished I could blame it on burglars, but no.
“She's doing it again!” I called, and my husband came running into the kitchen. We watched his mother rearrange my cabinets, turning tea-cup handles to the left instead of the right. My hands twitched.
“Ma, stop it!” he said, exasperation coloring his voice. “Put these things back, they were fine where they were!”
"No," she said, her voice heavily-accented. "I will take
A Bloody, Stupid Miracle The day we’d cured the human condition was the day I put a bullet through my head and didn’t die. It was also the day I realized how scared I actually was of death, and after hours of muscle ache from holding that gauze against my open skull, after the wound closed and everything went back to normal, I had myself a good old-fashioned brainstorm. How ironic.
But when summer came, everything had fallen to shit. The air scorched my skin and parched my tongue every time I took a breath. The sun glared down on a rapidly-collapsing world, full of the undying bastard children of cruelty and misfortune. What was one to do when their cells regenerated faster than they decomposed?
My feet hit the pavement, now littered with jagged bits of glass to snap at my toes, thoroughly baked by the blazing ball of bitter disdain high overhead. Today was worse than yesterday. Though I’d often wondered the purpose of it anymore, I
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