Stumbling in the dark, he felt his soul slowly drain from his body. Only the cold darkness remained in its place. Soaking his body, chilling the marrow in his bones. Like a sponge, his heart absorbed the darkness, and slowly turned to stone. He couldn’t feel his body anymore, and for that he was thankful. But his pain remained, made sharper by the emptiness around him. All he wanted was a way out, by whatever means. This would not be granted to him.
I miss Pix’s Presidential Fanfiction already. I kind of want to write some kind of boarding school Manga-type thing about all the presidents going to school together and the first woman President going to school there too. and having a crush on every boy, or taking charge, or both.
I plan on finishing my presidential fanfiction eventually!
Also the general in George Washington’s bunk is this girl who completely steps up and takes charge, she reminds me of your possible lady president character and also is pretty cool.
In other news this is the best chart, how have I not seen it before?
A bad dream come true.
I closed my eyes, what a surprise
I still saw your face.
You looked at me, a smile in your eyes.
”The pain is gone” you told me
And I started to cry
The smoking gun told me of the price
I can’t believe the truth
I can’t believe that you’re gone
Defeated by yourself in the end
Trough pain I grit my teeth
And try to pick myself up
Only to be struck down again
That’s how you looked - as though you all of a sudden realized you were standing on thin air.
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| — | Kurt Vonnegut (Slaughterhouse-Five) |
So, no big deal, I hung out with Neil Fucking Gaiman and a bunch of other fantastic people in his turntable.fm room last night while I was doing epic amounts of laundry. \o/ Neil announced that he was going to wash his hair, and someone suggested that we discuss Neil’s hair while he was absent, and the Neil’s Hair Facts took off from there.
It was then suggested that Neil’s hair should have a Twitter account (it does—@neilhimself, of course). I suggested Tumblr, and since no one registered the Tumblr name, I decided that it was Up To Me to bring this idea quietly into the world.
With that, I offer this blog’s first photo and its first fact about Neil’s hair:
All of Sandman is true. Neil’s hair is the real master of dreams.
I hope there is not a Tumblr like this already. If there is, perhaps we can be friends. Additionally, I’m afraid that the discussion was flying so fast last night that I’ve forgotten a lot of what was suggested, so if anyone would like to submit Neil’s Hair Facts (with accompanying photos), I am opening this blog for submissions. Thank you!
—Sara (@waterofthemoon)
Close my yes, and I see you there
Dreamy look and your messy hair
Can’t believe that you were not spared
And now you’re simply gone.
I have been just numb from what has been happening over the past two weeks. My family has never gone through something like this, something so painful. I can’t even wright or talk about it, and it’s causing me so much pain. Rest in peace my brother, you feel no pain or sorrow now.
It’s a “GIRR” kind of morning.
When I woke up this morning
The attitude was stormy,
You acted like a little shit.
I know you’re only four,
But I can take no more.
You need to cool it, just a bit.
And don’t talk back to me,
It angers me, you see.
I’m trying not to loose my cool.
Sometimes I can not wait
For that momentous day,
When I’ll ship your ass off to school.
