`rebelchic
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whitesThe day was died white as my fingers tried to tie the sky together with dark hues of green.whites
There wasn't anything else except for the uncertainty of the underground- underfoot voices whispering sweet choices for me to undress or perhaps flee.
Everything was hushed and hollowed. But somehow I still sank.
by `rebelchic
3 ps.3 ps
Her mother always told her that love thrived off the three p's.
"You must be pretty, positive, and perfect. Or not man will ever love you."
All she could think was she was pretty positive she wasn't perfect.
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moving.moving
This is going to be a long drive.
That was what she was thinking when she got into the car and shut the door. He climbed in the driver side, turned the ignition, and pulled out of the driveway.
The sky was dark and you couldn't see the stars because of the city lights. Often he would tell her that her eyes looked like the stars. She wondered if he had even seen them before.
Probably in someone else's eyes.
"You know I love you," he whispered, still watching the road.
She was still looking out the passenger side window.
by `rebelchic
games.games
I'm running through Life in Transformer form; going to war with X-Men. One with a warrent out for their arrest 'cause they forgot to check the age on the pink Power Ranger who was wasted and high at the supervillan party; she would have stopped if the drinks weren't free.
This is how I play.
I'm Connecting Four with make believe bullets flying from dinosaur's mouths into the head of my most endangered TY Beanie Baby collectible while Mickey and Minnie sit at the abortion clinic waiting and waiting for malpractice Clark Kent.
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16 Bit Crush They were sitting on the floor. A plate with snacks, two shot glasses and a bottle of tequila between them; Mario Brothers in front of them. It was her turn. “I’m so going to kick your ass,” she said, moving the controller as she jumped on a turtle shell, knocking over a line of goombas. “Uh huh, sure,” he said, drawing out the adverb. He looked at her, holding his controller, pushing his buttons; she was gorgeous. Every time he told her though, she’d just say she was the girl next door. She finished the level, laughed, a single “h16 Bit Crush
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I had some great things and I had some bad things. The best and the worst... in other words, I had a life.
Read it. Trust me. It's pretty good.
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All sapient beings evade what evolution shaped [them] for. --Larry Niven
I should say that I still have NOT received said envelope. I believe that you are, in fact, untrue.
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If dreams are like movies...
Then memories are films about ghosts.
~Kindred~
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If dreams are like movies...
Then memories are films about ghosts.
~Kindred~
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If dreams are like movies...
Then memories are films about ghosts.
~Kindred~
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All sapient beings evade what evolution shaped [them] for. --Larry Niven
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