Imagine the human soul as an orb of glass.
If someone says something, that hurts,
because it's true, the orb gets cracks.
Then a blazing hand arises,
it melts the glass,
it makes the orb whole again.
He says:"It's okay."
On SuicideI am aware that you might not assosiate me with super serious topics, although I did recently talk about Charlie Hebdo and the events around it.
Usually I just write fantasy and some short stories about other things.
And that's where my dilema starts. As some of you may know the famed fantasy author Sir Terence Pratchett, also known as "Terry Pretchett" died at the relativly young age of 66 years. Pratchett spend his recent years not only writing, but also raising awarness of Alzheimer. The reason for that was that he was diagnosed with Alzheimer some years earlier. You might think now that it was the disease, that killed him. It seems unlikely however, because of "the other thing" he did in his recent years.
Pratchett was, or became, and advocate of giving people the choice to end their lives if the is no other decent way to end their suffering. He wrote a speech which then was given by a friend on his behalf infront of the british Alzheimers-association. In that speech he spoke almos
Hida OsanaIt rained from the high heavens as if the sea itself had been taken and then thrown over the empire. No noise was t be heard except for the rushing of the rain. It was dark, wet and cold and the young women in the inn wondered if she was going ot see any costomers in the near future.
Proberbly not, she thought to herself, not with that thing lurking in the woods.
She looked out the window and listened to the rainfall.
To her great suprise she heard something else too - could it be...?
A large figure steped out of the curtain of the rain and into the inn.
The person shook herself and threw off the dripping wet strawcloak they were wearing.
Underneath was a tall muscular women in ragged clothing with black windswept hair.
She was armed to the teeth, to her right she had a knife, to her right a katana and a wakizashi and on her back the innkeeper saw a second katana, that seemed to be of exeptional craftsmenship.
The innkeeper approached the samurai with great care:"Greetings my Lady. wha
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Wispers on the WindThe wind is favorable.
Time stands still.
The archer sees the mark.
A life disappears.
Tavern conversationThis might seem like the beggining of a strange joke, but this story starts with a dunmer and a nord sitting in a tavern.
The nord was a well known man called Brunwulf Free-Winter, the dunmer had been seen before but he kept to himself most of the time. Some of the men in town understood this as the arrogance the elves were known for. Though Brunwulf had come to know his companion as a pleasent and openminded...fellow. And this had been bothering him, since it seemed contradictory.
The other nord did not think of the dunmer, or darkelves very highly. Those who lived in the city lived in a slum, called the grey quater, presumably a reference to their skincolour. And yet this specific dunmer or dark elve decided to aid the lord of the city, Jarl Ulfric Stormcloak, in his rebellion against the empire.
It was bothering Brunwulf.
The dunmer looked at him and said:"You look troubled, my friend."
"Oh it's nothing...", he replied and as the other one kept looking he added:"It's just...I don't
The Ragnarok Protocol 2The restaurant was surrounded by a crowd of courius people, all wanting to get a glimps on what was going on inside.
He made his way through the crowd murmuring an apology here and there.
As he reached the door a larg police-officer stoped him:
"Sorry Mrister you cannot go inside now."
"I do think I can.", he responded and held up his badge.
The Policeman stared:"Interpol?! what the fuck are you guys doing here?"
"My job if I may." He pushed past the officer who did not resist anymore.
Inside he saw other policemen interviewing the employees.
"Where?" - Someonepointed towards a set of stairs leading up.
He followed the stairs up and finally found the crimescene.
There where members of the crimlab, one of them looked up at the newcomer and mothed to his collegues:"Glasseye."
Glasseye. That's what Odin was called by them because of his ocular implant, although they were not aware of the specifications of his "glasseye" and he was fine with that.
Odin didn't know why he was sent to this s
CrowfeetAt first sight the bulky figure hobbling through the cloudy harvest evening would not appear as unhuman to any observer. Any citizen that saw the figure would just assume that it was some old, misshapen beggar in his dirty ropes. Only on a closer look someone could see the strange feet the person was walking on and maybe if he turned his head, become aware of something that looked like and unaturally long nose.
They called him Crowfeet, although he had an actual name, he still used Crowfeet because he learned that the people in this city weren't able to pronounce his name correctly anyway.
Crowfeet was a stranger to this city, he came from about half a world away, but his people abandoned him or he did abandon his people, depending on the point of view.
Crowfeet was a Tengu, the tengu were a people of humanoid ravens, living in the far east. Crowfeet's kin loved soaring the skies abouve the dragonspine mountains and practice the art of the sword. He himself however never was that much
365 Things I Love About You365 Things I Love About You
1. I love how you always make me smile
2. I love how you always make me laugh
3. I love the way you inspire me.
4. I love how cute and adorable you can be
5. I love the kindness that you show
6. I love how I can always be there for you
7. I love how you can always there for me.
8. I love how you stand up for the things you believe in
9. I love how open-minded you are
10. I love your gentleness with me
12. I love how you take my breath away.
13. I love thinking about you
14. I love how sweet you make my dreams
15. I love hearing your laughter
16. I love it when you smile
17. I love you still when your angry
18. I love you still when your sad
19. I love you still when you're a mess (though you'll always be beautiful to me)
20. I love the way you feel
21. I love the way you hold my hand
22. I love the way you smell
23. I love gazing into your eyes
24. I love the sound of your sweet voice
25. I love how much you've taught me about life and myself
26. I lo
Puppet (Mary's theme) - Ib lyricsWelcome to my world that's painted with sadness
There's no light of sun There you can't hear any sound at all
Here I'm waiting silently for you, father
Why you were so cruel to left poor Mary alone?
Please take me away, I desperately promise to be a good girl, to be worthy of your love
I don't need the paint books, the dolls and the dresses,
Just tell me, why you've left your pictures and gone?
Who are you, stranger with a red rose in your hand
I liked you from the first sight, I wanna be your friend, Let's play
I've never asked for this place that's called my home,
But hope, you will be staying with me until the end
Please, don't be scared of me I'm a good girl
I just want to be with you to forget my sorrow
I'm tired of being the puppet of this world
Oh, tell me, why do you want to go with this man?
Is he your true knight in the shining armor?
Who'll sacrifice himself just for your sake with no fear But then
Why he resembles the one, who created
Aquella chica...Siempre es la misma historia, se repite una y otra vez sin poder evitarlo, y seguramente no solo es mi caso, si no el de millones de personas.
Aunque por desgracia el mio es un poco mas doloroso, ya que no importa cuanto te esfuerces, cuanto procures, cuanto tiempo le dediques, al final tendrá el mismo doloroso resultado...
Esa chica, esa hermosa chica que es dueña de tu alma y corazón, con cual cometiste el terrible error de hacerla tu mejor amiga para estar siempre a su lado, aquella chica que de repente se convierte en tu razón de existir en este mundo, aquella que te impulsa a que abras tus ojos cada mañana solo para verla de nuevo, que tus pulmones sigan respirando para poder apreciar ese delicioso aroma que te vuelve loco al momento de tocarla, y que tu corazón siga latiendo para poder sentir aquel hermoso sentimiento que invade tu cuerpo...
Esa chica... puede también ser tu peor perdición en tu vid
100 ONE DIRECTION FACTS AND QUOTES1. Harry has type B blood (yes, our fandom is crazy, we find out everything)
2. Niall's favorite restaurant is Nando's
3. Louis likes girls who eat carrots (you knew that was coming)
4. The boys made history when they became the first UK artist to debut at #1 on the US charts with their hit single "What Makes You Beautiful"
5. One Direction was formed on July 23, 2010 at 8:22pm
6. Zayn risked elimination on X Factor because he didn't want people to see him dance
7. Niall loves to eat. A lot.
8. Harry completely got pranked by Louis and Zayn when they had an actress pretend she was giving birth. But it just proves he's the most perfect person alive
9. Harry's worst habit is getting naked all the time
10. Zayn has mirrors all the way around his shower
11. Harry likes cats
12. "Vas happenin'?" ~Zayn Malik
13. Harry's birthday is February 1, 1994
14. Louis Walsh said no to Harry at his X Factor audition
15. Zayn's X Factor audition song was "Let Me Love You"
16. Liam initially auditioned f
Inside Out"I think I wear my soul inside out."
"My soul. It's inside out."
"That's a strange thing to say."
"I have all the symptoms though."
"And what are the symptoms of this disea-"
"It's not a disease."
"All right. What are the symptoms, then?"
"I care too much about all the wrong things, I worry about odd things, my heart breaks too easily and my brain feels a little too asymmetrical to the things that are supposed to be fun."
"You know parties and alcohol and normal things. Like that."
"Nothing. What do you care too much about?"
"Everything. Global warming. The whales. Aliens. Israel. Sarajevo. The Ozone-"
"I get it. Everything that counts and you can do nothing about by yourself."
"You sound cynical."
"You sound paranoid."
"It's just honest. What worries you?"
"The fact that you are too self involved to notice."
"If I disappear."
"You idiot. Ofcourse I will notice if you disappear. I'd not
Why Shota and Loli are badSomething has been weighing heavy on my mind lately; The aspect of Shotacon and Lolicon.
Please understand while reading this that this is something that is very personal to me. And please also know that I'm just a normal person. I'm not highly educated. I'm simply an eighteen year old girl. I can't use big words and I'm not very good with manipulation.
But please also know that I'm not ignorant. And I can have opinions just the same.
I feel it is important to know that one of my parents is in law enforcement. I know a lot about criminology and psychology from discussions I've had with my highly trained and knowledgeable parent.
I would also like to make it clear that I'm a strong supporter in respect and tolerance. I belive in letting people belive and do what they want to, even if I don't agree with it. The only exception to this is if people are ge
Body SociopoliticBody Sociopolitic (6'3" In Stilettos and 122 lbs. Last Year)
7, 8, I can't remember
A group of boys knock me down on the playground and steal my glasses. They give them back by the end of recess.
Skinny legs from dance and soccer.
#1 tells me I'm beautiful. He is three years older and teaches me orthography and the language of my body.
A girl in PE class asks if I shave my legs. Later that year, I start.
The school librarian says I could be a hand model. Wristbone like a burial hill, tendons that flex when I draw, long fingers tipped with long nails my friends envy.
None of the boys at school look at me.
My friend says someone asked if she shaves her arms. Our arms match our thick brown hair and we wonder who the hell would bother.
A girl in CAPP class with too many accessories says I could be a model. Skinny arms, skinny legs. Ribs and hip bones and collarbones poke through my skin.
A boy in PE class from the hockey team
Sonadow: DancingSonic: "Ow! I'm so sorry but, WILL YOU STOP CRUSHING MY FOOT!?"
Sonic: "I'm sorry for yelling, but it's like the 20th time you've stepped on my foot."
Shadow: "Okay, okay. Let's just rest."
Sonic: "I'll see you tomorrow, try practicing with a broomstick or whatever."
Shadow: "Bye." Shadow waved Sonic goodbye, and went to his room. Sonic was out the door of Shadow's house.
Sonic was walking home, thinking to himself.
Sonic: 'Why did I even agree to give him lessons? Oh well, can't give up on him.'
Shadow was in his room, preparing to sleep. They've practiced for over four hours, taking a break once every 20 to 30 minutes. It was already 10pm, they both needed to sleep early to get up early.
Shadow: "I'm a terrible dancer." 'I hope Sonic doesn't give up on me. He's the only one who would help me.'
Shadow layed on the bed, thinking for awhile. At 10:30 he finally went to sleep, dreaming about him and Sonic dancing together.
Sonic: "I've seen you've go
HateI really hate the way she lies. She says she’ll listen, but she won’t. She promises she’ll be there, but she isn’t. She tells me it wasn’t her, but it was. I don’t hate her you know. I just hate everything she is, everything she does. Her smug smile. Her mud brown hair. Her green eyes with a drop of evil. The way she knows how to hurt me. The way she can make me cry. The way she likes it. She knows me too well. She knows how to hurt me. Knowledge is power and power corrupts. She’s the most corrupt person I know.
But I can’t hate her; not entirely. After all, hating yourself isn’t healthy.