wearethezombies
She was curled up in a tiny ball next to a tree. Her hooves tucked beneath her. Her ears were too large for her head, and the fur on them looked soft, like velvet. I reached my hand, trembling, to touch her, and one large, vibrant brown eye opened up and looked into me.
executive decisions need to be made. it's when you just take a chance on a choice, when no one else will, when you HAVE to. when you MUST. it's something that cannot be pushed into the dark, that cannot and will not be ignored. you must take care of it or it will explode into sharp, angry, dangerous, red-hot shards.
i have a personal policy. that's what i tell my friends; i only hang out with awesome people. this is a policy that i stick, every day, all day, no questions asked. and some of them seem to doubt this.
do not doubt my policy, friends.
if you're my friend, i think you're amazing, beautiful, rugged, fierce, savage, brutal, fantastic.
don't doubt the policy. just don't.
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