They told me you were important. A God. Holy. Mighty.
When one repeats this over and over into your six year old brain, you’d take it to be truth.
Now I don’t know if the historians were blinded. I thought you righteous, I thought you perfect.
You were a king, oh right.
And you sat on a throne of lies.
patience is a virtue we are all uselessly impatient beings that are like cows bashing everywher ei think of crushed potatoes when one is impatient because when you don’t allow a potato to simmer, you don’t allow it to become a good potato. i lack patience and therefor i am not a good baker or a potato patisserie or a potato chef in general. potatoes are henceforth more patient than me
You are an object of appreciation.
You are an object of fancy.
You are an object worth ten thousand dreams ((they never exist))
You are an object.
Nothing more than an object.
What can be measured?
Time, the thickness of your coarse thighs, the length of your pudgy fingers.
What can’t be measured?
Your kindness. Your personality. Your happiness.
“I’m interested in you,” he breathed, lips almost touching her ear.
“I’m interested to know how your blood-” hands sliding down her arms- “will trickle down your cracked skin-” musingly drawing circles on her clammy skin- “or whether they will run down my arms and weave a pattern of circles onto your-” hands fumbling with her shirt buttons- “tanned stomach. Will you disappoint me?”
“You have to be on your guard,” he told me, fingers trailing over my clenched jaw.
“Against?” I prompted, letting my fingers slide over his hands, dragging them away from me.
There was a brief moment of silence.
“You’ve half a mind!”
“Half a leg!”
“Half an arm!”
“Half a face!”
But you still mean the whole world to me.
“The concept of this whole… play/game/storyline called “life” is that no one ever understands it.
However, there are winners and there are losers.”
“It sounds quite fickle to me.”
She texted me love letters and hefty summaries of her day.
I’d always smile when I receive them, simple or silly.
t e x t s a r e t i n y w o r d s
Manners, fluffy, manners.
The only thing you’re lacking:
“ONE SIMPLY DOES NOT–”
“oh whatever, yeah I’ll just go ship those two together. mkay. byeeeee”
“ONE SIMPLY DOES NOT GO–”
“OH GOD DID YOU […]
He was the key to her.
She was the heart of EDEN, the key to everything–the apocalypse, the Pandora’s box, the heart and the soul of Mitchelle.
don’t kick the bucket.
i’m just so tired.
bucket, bucket of tears poured down her face.
no, i don’t think that’s right.
maybe the bucket was used to cleanse the soul and body.
chill. SHE’S JUST POKING YOU ON FACEBOOK.
This is making me bonkers.
“It sent chills down my spine”: the commonly used phrase.
Oh, no I haven’t read that book yet. Hm, might try looking out for it. :)
“It does no good to dwell on dreams.”
But I am forever living in dreams, in an eternal maze that’s spiraling downwards.
“Fractures. A clean cut will allow it to heal faster.”
“It won’t! It won’t! That book is killing me mentally! I’ve tried burning it, but it’s no use!”
–from a victim of a horrible book series.
Democracy: Rule by persons elected by public.
Oligarchy: Rule by a few.
Theocracy: Rule by religious leaders.
Monarchy: Rule by a king/queen
Plutocracy: Rule by the wealthy.
“If you don’t do this, you’d fall into the pits of hell.” That’s what they told me, when I refused to say graces before lunch.
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