@LIVINGDEADSHILO sentence starters !
this starter meme was made using tweets from the official twitter page for shilo wallace from repo! the genetic opera. feel free to edit these at your leisure. :)
i wouldn’t be who i am, now, if it weren’t for you. (that’s a fact, not gratitude.)
looks like it’s peanut butter and sugar again. unless a taco magically shows up on my dinner plate.
have made the unfortunate discovery that crickets have cute cockroach faces. will now be unable to chase them out of the house, also.
weather, PLEASE make up your mind! it was so nice and cold, last week. now it’s sweltering!
my window is closed and it’s still freezing!
then again, my horoscope also says don’t give peptalks to family members who seem “down”…
i’m grateful for my insects and the people i meet in graveyards!
…SOMEone needs to stop scribbling in the margins of my books!
#wheniruletheworld, i’m abolishing locked doors. and bad cooking.
i uncovered the piano today. not sure what to do, now.
can you take back a present you made for someone if you haven’t given it to them, yet?
i keep seeing all these pretty necklaces of bugs encased in resin. i’m pretty sure someone should teach me how to use resin.
i figured out where the peanut butter was hiding, tonight. also might have made friends with a gnat of some kind.
he still hasn’t opened his present. can you remind him that EVERYONE likes PRESENTS?
weird. who knew i had that much to say?
everything’s fine. or normal, anyway, at least.
that’s okay, i guess. it’s not like i worked on this present for a month and a half or anything. it’s not like this happens every year…
i don’t know why i bother trying to not believe everything i hear.
i already forgave him for it. i just… you know. worry and stuff.
how am i supposed to wrap a present if no one’s ever told me where the wrapping paper is? (or taught me how to… wrap a present.)
do you want the purple ones, too? they always make the best colors taste the worst.
um, things that would help all that include sleeping in a real bed. just saying.
i thought my VCR was supposed to keep me company, not break and try to eat my tapes. this sucks.
it’s finished! i feel really clever today.
what are the odds i won’t get caught looking?
gosh darn it, there’s ANOTHER hole in the knee of my favorite socks.
so, if too much of a good thing is bad, what does that make not enough of a good thing?
you’d think good things don’t hurt like that.
i think i learned my lesson.
like bugs, i guess, in that sense. one is perfect, any more than ten COULD be a bad idea.
the cookies are gone and now my stomach kinda hurts. i think… there might be a connection.
i spent an hour with the piano today. i think i earned myself a cookie! or two or three.
you could take an umbrella, you know. or wait until the rain passes.
well, i DO have a few friends. only a few, but they’re very good friends.
well… you’re KIND OF a creep. but you’re my creep.
i think i had a cassette player when i was little. but i’ve always liked my record player best.
so, then… you don’t have to worry about what you sound like to me.
stop you from wanting to keep me in a nice little crypt? why would i do that?
it’s okay. i only thought it might make a nice pet. but i’m used to not having pets, so it’s okay.
i was kind of hoping it might wake up or something.
i’m pretty sure there are a lot of things that exist without being in my books…
it’s possible that it could be something not mentioned in any of my textbooks.
it’s still not moving and it’s probably not dead.
i’m not used to giving things actual names.
they’re these silly… animals, i guess, from some really really really old TV program. dad’s mentioned them before.
false alarm, everyone. took a bit of research, but tribbles aren’t real. it’s just a weird little poof. i’m still naming it, though.
but you are awfully cute. i’d hate to turn you away.
maybe a bunch of dust particles that decided to form a party and solidify and become a real thing.
found something that looks like a ball of fluff, more solid than a dust bunny, in my closet. pretty sure it’s a tribble. or rabbit’s tail…
can i put my music back on? can i turn it up really really loud without him yelling at me?
i don’t even care if i die again. i’m giving up FOR GOOD.
i think it’s just oregon trail: This Game Is Really Weird And Who Thought It Was Something People’d Want To Play Edition.
that’s what i get for travelling with boys!
no wonder people think i can’t read.
this has all my favorite songs on it. guess what i’m doing tonight!
my stomach is in knots. can someone help me untie them?
i think i need to try some ice cream.
i’d ask if you made friends with the dust bunnies down there, but every time i collect one, dad comes and sweeps it to its death.
i keep trying to think of a punchline for you, but nothing i come up with sounds clever or funny.
i’m pretty sorry about it, too. but i’m used to it.
i’ve had a long time to practice my sneakiness.
i don’t want anybody to like… die or anything because he’s not there.
i don’t like it when people i like are upset.
i guess bright sides just always look especially bright to me.
you really think he’s cool? and you don’t mean just, like… temperature-wise?
sometimes he can manage NICE, but i don’t know about “cool”.
braiding real hair is so much more fun than using embroidery thread or yarn.
…sometimes you say things that make me cry, in a good way.
he was my first friend. he takes care of me. he actually likes me. he’s the most important person in the world.
the bugs are dead, they won’t crawl on you.
why is everyone freaking out, so much, about sex, all of a sudden?
i don’t know that you’d exactly enjoy spending any time in a graveyard. especially with me.
i’m staying out here tonight. much cooler. in a bunch of ways.
maybe he’ll just let you go.
that doesn’t make any sense. if he doesn’t love you, he shouldn’t pretend to.
you can talk to me, if you want. i hardly talk to anyone, so i’m good at keeping secrets.
you seem okay, sometimes. but i guess it could just be pretending. i do that, too.
i think maybe it won’t go immediately into the collection. i want to watch it and play with it first. …i probably need a pet.
i found my butterfly mask and now i feel like dancing.
i could help you kinda train the graveyard to loot itself, technically…
there are a lot of people out there, i think, who need serious hugs.
if he hurt you that badly, he probably deserved to be hurt, too.
he’s going to brick up my door and windows and i’ll never see you again!
that’s okay, if you don’t want to talk about it. i’m totally used to that.
you should have recovering-from-being-sick time more often. without the actual being sick part.
i could take care of myself, if i had to. i’ll learn how to cook… some day.
i have a question. a very serious one. how’d you get to be so nice and easy to snuggle with?
smaller than my hand. but still big enough to carry me away, i’m sure, if it wanted to.
i don’t want to kill it! that would be bad luck.
i hardly ever get to talk to anyone, i like hearing other people’s stories. even if they’re not happy.
there’s only one thing i’d ever want surgery for and i’m pretty sure it’d be impossible, anyway.
it must be nice to have friends that close.
he’s a tiger moth caterpillar. probably a yellow bear, if i’m not mistaken.
almost everyone kept calling me little this morning. it was annoying.
wouldn’t rescuing a princess from a tower automatically qualify someone as a knight? i think so.
doesn’t anyone want to ask me what kind of arrangement I’D want? why do all my decisions get made FOR me?
jekyll? is he a monster? people named jekyll turn into monsters, i’ve read it in books.
you owe me another crepe for that.
lots of people are jerks. i’ve learned that.
i know you’re not familiar with them at all, but i have this thing and it’s called a “bed” and it’s really comfy.
i don’t care much. go or stay.
i wonder if they make stuffed giant bugs, since obviously no one’s going to get me a real one.
you just don’t want me to make friends with any living thing.
i bet i could go another whole week without seeing anyone.
i don’t want to go home. i don’t want to go home. i don’t want to go home.
i know i’ll have to go home eventually.
this is dumb, today was dumb. i should have brought a blanket. whatever.
graveyard empty of bugs and company. i guess i’ll just keep hanging out anyway.
i doubt he likes captivity anymore than they do.
i haven’t been out of bed since friday. i don’t think i like this new medicine.
if you hear a loud noise, everyone, it’s just me throwing my tea set at my door.
i guess i shouldn’t worry so much.
worst feeling in the world? knowing you used to not be by yourself.
dear everyone, i hate meatloaf, cake, and birthdays. stay out of my room.
we’re having a tea party to celebrate. without tea. because i can’t go downstairs.
NO THE BATHROOM DOES NOT COUNT.
it’s either creepy and disgusting or it’s good. it CANNOT BE BOTH.
i guess it’s my fault no one can climb the tower, though. not like i have any hair to let down.
feeling kind of, you know. trapped. i don’t like it. help?
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