I love the holidays. ehehehe.
I haven't been on here in a longggg time. But now I have.
Scanner broken. AGAIN.
Also I am now a twilightfag. D:
And I got my hedgehog. fuckkk yeah.
I got him like a month ago and he's kickass.
That is all.


Monologue"I could tell you that I do this because I'm insane, because God is in my head, because I go about my business with a thousand avenging angels conducting a symphony of holy amorality, directing my every move. Because organized crime killed my father, raped my mother, and tortured my sister, and that they had all this coming to them. That I do this because I like it; because I like to kill, and that I'm no more alive than when I stand there looking down on them, willing the light to go out of their life, staring down at their eyes so that I can watch--so that I can feel them die. Because I revel in it. Because I’m lost. Because I wasn't breastMonologue


MonologueWhat? Are you joking? Mama, you’re joking, right? No…No… I just saw him last month…smiling. Laughing. Back-flipping… alive. It’s impossible. You’re lying. You’re lying! No! It’s not true. It can’t be true.Monologue
He was my friend. I mean…He is my friend. I love him.
He’s… he’s him. He can’t die. He doesn’t die. Nobody I know has ever died, my friends don’t die. Stop telling me. STOP TELLING ME. It’s not true. I can’t believe you’re doing this.
Mama don’t…. No it’s NOT OK. He’s- he’s not. I was gonna call him…I was gonna tell him I loved him and I missed him. And-and I’m


Monologue of a Little CreatureNarcissus did not like himself. He had a gun pointed in his face to pretend he did. They wanted a myth, that’s all. He had a big big nose, a pair of small small eyes, an invisible upper lip, and yellow yellow teeth. Narcissus didn’t like himself, I’m quite sure!Monologue of a Little Creature
[Blink, rub nose]
Fairies. They do not have wings. They just want you to think they’re able to do anything. But they can’t really fly. And in fact, they have shoes to protect them from cutting their soles. They have to walk, they can’t fly!
[scratch forehead]
There are only six colors
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When life hand you lemons, throw those lemons right back at it and tell life to make its own damn lemonade!
great job.
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When life hand you lemons, throw those lemons right back at it and tell life to make its own damn lemonade!
xD
You need to come over before summer ends.
I'm being all lame and antisocial lately xD
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