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HAPPY STATISTICS DAY !Ā Ā /reid voice:Ā Ā 103 countries celebrate a national statistics day as of 2010, including 51 african countries that jointly celebrate african statistics day annually on the 18th of november.Ā
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IāD RATHER SPIT BLOOD than drink the illusion of normality. i am afraid.Ā āāāāāāā of them ? of myself.Ā of the monster in me. // independent & privateĀ nolan holloway from teen wolf. written by aimee.
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i might have done a bad thing
@mindafraid .Ā Ā the boy who fell in love with a broken doll
ā you found this broken doll one day , Ā she was small and a little damaged, so you put her pieces back together , Ā and held them firmly with your feeble hands . Ā she loved you then.Ā Ā you loved her too .Ā Ā but then one day , Ā your weak wrists grew tired of holding , so you let go ⦠somewhere between what was and couldāve been,Ā you let go . it all faded then . Ā all the pieces crashed onto the floor, Ā scattered across the room in aĀ jumbled mess. Ā you tried once more⦠looking at the broken porcelain doll, cracked and dusty,Ā again left in a dark corner of the room , Ā alone . but you couldnāt stand the sight of the wreckage left behind, so you ran away ā¦.Ā so you ran away . ā
ā.Ā *ļ¾Ā°.Ā Ā ANTIALIBI.Ā /  ° unknown.
Ā Ā Ā STREAMS OF CHERRY-RED DANGLED FROM SMILING LIPS, Ā Ā Ā the stale sweetness of expired rope-candy causing Ā ROT Ā to her otherwise plainly innocent expression Ā - Ā the enigma listening carefully with an unblinking gaze and Ā oddlyĀ canted head. Even as her tongue curled away from yet another bite of the terrible treat, Ā dusty with age and neglect - only recently rescued from the depths of an abandoned convenience-storeās pantry, Ā his CONFUSION was enough to satiate her palette. Ā ( This doesnāt make any sense, he said. For that was how it Ā sometimesĀ began , but was surely how it always ended ). Ā Ā
Ā Ā Ā Opal gaze with spinning irises veered ever-so-slightly, Ā downwards towards the manās lips Ā : Ā a corrupt sense of curiosity delighted at the novelty of his words, the twisting lilt of his speaking voice. As the void-vesselās attention tunnelled and deepened, reality Ā slowedĀ until particular details vanished while others Ā ( a coincidence, a coincidence, a coincidence ) Ā crystallized to painfully sharp clarity. Ā Ā Charlotte winced once, biting down on the tense rope-candy so hard that it SNAPPED and wretched reality back into place. Ā Ā ā Me? Youāre asking me? Ā Ā Well, I donāt ā ā Ā Ā Her words interrupted by her own manic burst of laughter, for no one has ever asked of her such critical intelligence before. Ā Ā Ā ā I say, just throw that Ā the-o-retic-callyĀ mess out the window! A coincidence that Ā canāt beĀ a coincidence sounds like a good time to me. Maybe to your killer, too.Ā ā
THEREĀ ISĀ SOMETHING DISTURBING Ā behind her smile.Ā it makes the concatenation of relentlessĀ Ā thoughts stop for a second, it shifts his focus entirely on her, as if the answer to the uncanny quandary is hidden behind her eyesĀ ( perhaps it is. it isnāt. is it ? ).Ā he quickly diverts his inquisitive stare when her sight lands on him.Ā it sears his skin,Ā makes him feelĀ vulnerableĀ without any plausible reason,Ā makes him clear his throat with a visible tinge of uneasiness.Ā Ā did he really say that out loud ?Ā Ā innermost placed on the table subtly,Ā Ā albeit heās certain she can see the true diorama analytical lexemes reveal:Ā this is one of the scarring cases,Ā Ā that turn dreams into nightmaresĀ āāĀ answers into more questions.Ā &Ā Ā he canāt find either.Ā Ā ā āāāāāāāāāāāā itĀ wasĀ moreĀ ofĀ aĀ Ā rhetorical question.Ā āĀ Ā Ā he admits, offering the shadow of an apologetic smile for his awkward assessment.Ā Ā āĀ i mean..thank you. a second opinion is always helpful.Ā 10% to 62% of second opinions yield a major change in the course of an investigation.Ā āĀ Ā his tongue gets ahead of him again,Ā coordinating with his brain much faster than his manners can, which is why he abates the scientific enthusiasm that took over him.Ā Ā ā i wouldnāt call it exactly a good time. the unknown never is.Ā ā
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āā *ļ¾āļ¾ELZABTHS.
HE Ā Ā HAS Ā ALWAYS Ā FEARED Ā DARKNESS. Ā not because of the monsters that hide under his bed Ā āā Ā he realised Ā a long time ago that there is no one there, Ā for they all resided inside his head. Ā not because of phantoms he can not see, Ā those of the past or of the future, Ā that lurk in the shadows of harrowing memories. Ā the inherent absence of light. Ā thatās what terrifies him . Ā he has Ā fallen into pandoraās box, Ā caught in a labyrinthine helix of perplexity Ā & Ā vulnerability. Ā heavy eyelids open slowly Ā &Ā he crashes with reality, head spinning Ā &Ā throbbing with pain as he inspects the surroundings with soporific eyes. the tableau he sees is sheathed in unclarity Ā &Ā haze, but the sense of alarm Ā & Ā panic only creeps in his bones akin splinters of ice after he discerns another motionlessĀ Ā figure in the room. Ā there is something familiar in the constitution of limber body, something that awakens a spark of recognition in brilliant mind. Ā he props himself on his shoulders uncomfortably, wrists pinioned by ironclad handcuffs, Ā & Ā makes a weak attempt of getting up to his feet, Ā but his limbs protest, Ā hauling him back to the cold floor.Ā Ā Ā ā āāāāāāāāāāāā he..hello ?Ā āĀ Ā the echo of his voice is gruff & trembling, verges on hesitance. his vocal chords ache & his throat is dry, cheeks sullen, body shivers slightly: symptoms of dehydration. hot liquid trickles down his cheekbone & macilent digits raise to his forehead instinctively. they are stained with blood. apprehension ties up his stomach in knots, precipitates already unsteady breath. he remembers. the powerful strike of his skull against a harsh surface. how he collapsed on the ground. the last face he saw before a stygian curtain of blackness veiled his vision. realization dawns upon him, a tempest of foreboding swirling inside him.Ā ā elizabeth ?Ā ā Ā his question, a puzzling allegory: hope & despondency. ( god, let her be alive. god, let her be someone else. )
āā *ļ¾āļ¾ Ā MALFAIISANT.
Ā Ā Ā Ā Ā Ā JUSTĀ ANOTHERĀ bruise.Ā justĀ anotherĀ iceĀ packĀ ruiningĀ babyĀ softĀ skin.Ā anotherĀ dayĀ atĀ theĀ officeĀ !Ā !Ā soĀ cuteĀ !Ā !Ā likeĀ aĀ lostĀ puppy.Ā sheĀ wantsĀ toĀ ruffleĀ hisĀ hairĀ Ā Ā Ā Ā scratchĀ hisĀ ears.Ā putĀ himĀ onĀ aĀ leashĀ &Ā &Ā walkĀ himĀ home.Ā butĀ ohĀ howĀ sheĀ heldĀ aĀ BIGĀ smileĀ onĀ fairĀ lips.Ā Ā Ā āĀ Ā NOĀ Ā Ā NOĀ Ā Ā NOĀ !Ā !Ā Ā Ā apologyĀ notĀ acceptedĀ ā¦Ā myĀ armĀ hurtsĀ ,Ā MISTAH.Ā ā
SURPRISE VERGES ON a small modicum of dubiety, eyebrows Ā furrowing slightly, creating a portray of soft confusion. the smile on her lips is in antithesis with her averment of pain, illustrated by a resolute timbre.Ā ā āāāāāāāāāāāā i...sorry. ā he repeats, as if another sign of repentanceĀ would take her minor pain away.Ā ā how can i make it up to you ?Ā ā
if anything bad happens to reid in season 13 iām suing
Anamnesis
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noun.
1.Ā the recollection or remembrance of the past; reminiscence.
2. Platonism. recollection of the Ideas, which the soul had known in a previous existence, especially by means of reasoning.
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on todayās episode of aimeeās ramblings, iām going to ramble about a very, very special & dear person to me. her writing is truly, whole-heartedly, one of the most beautiful things i have ever seen on this earth. i keep reading & reading it & i just canāt understand how is it possible to be this talented. her theme is so creative & unique ! & her blog is literally perfect. she is always supportive, kind, manages to make my day with her awesome jokes. she is a great friend, a great listener & donāt even get me started on her drawing / sketching skills. her dedication & love for her muse inspires me in unimaginable ways. both me & spencer admire her ! besides that, lenny & i Ā are very similar & i relate to her on a spiritual level ! that only makes me love her more. also she has this supernatural power of being patient with me because i take forever to reply to our wonderful threads. literally forever. dear lenny, thank you so, so much for being my friend. you inspire me to be a better writer, a better person, a better friend. i'm really sorry if sometimes i'm not ! real life tends to kick my butt daily & oft-times i take whole days to answer to you. anyway, i'll stop talking now. ily !Ā ā¤ā¤ā¤ā¤ā¤ā¤ā¤ā¤ā¤ā¤ā¤ā¤ā¤ā¤ā¤ā¤ā¤ā¤ā¤ā¤ā¤ā¤ā¤ā¤ā¤ā¤ā¤ā¤ā¤ā¤ā¤ā¤ā¤ā¤ā¤
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