Por mi parte puedo decir que lo intenté, lo intenté cuando todo me decía que no continuará por ese caminó y puedes decir lo que quieras, menos que no luche por esto ,por ti, por mi, pero es dificil ganar una pelea cuando eres el único qué lucha.


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Por mi parte puedo decir que lo intenté, lo intenté cuando todo me decía que no continuará por ese caminó y puedes decir lo que quieras, menos que no luche por esto ,por ti, por mi, pero es dificil ganar una pelea cuando eres el único qué lucha.
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This overview from the PRC Ministry of State Security think tank — the China Institutes of Contemporary International Relations (CICIR) — can provide insight into some Chinese perspectives on the Ukraine-Russia war and possibly on some of the less sensitive information passed up the line to its main customer, the PRC Foreign Affairs Leading Group. I found this article on aisixiang.com [and here…
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poems from a lonely me
Ceilings exist for the drastic
When drastically sad, I turn to my ceiling to stave away my tears I find pictures waiting for me Droopy eyes, empty fields, silence
When drastically mad, I gnash my teeth at the ceiling, pull my breath from the ceilings domain, letting it seep through my teeth, seething. I acknowledge pictures jumping out at me Unapologetic eyes, empty hallways, noise.
When drastically happy, I laugh at the ceiling, finally returning the breath I stole before I seek pictures that elude me Determined eyes, empty boxes, silence
Poems from the Sad Me
They say my freckles are like stars. But stars glitter and twinkle, shimmer and glisten, Mark vastly large but proportionately minuscule specks of existence in a nearly endless expanse of void (salt poured on asphalt) (paint specks on pants, not meant to be there but filled with just enough memory, just enough substance to not be completely unwelcome) (Finitely small, infinitely large. Seemingly close, truthfully far. A point I could never reach, a thing I could never touch, a light I could never feel, a love I can never hold.) Beautiful, unattainable, bright endless stars And my freckles? Potential cancer.
All these people
Telling me about this last chapter, some of them saying, “oh I love how you have this and this and this planned”
and
I....
I’m touched!
*looks at plans for next few chapters*
I’m touched ;n;
Mettaton Fanfiction Idea
ither so I can write this later once i’ve got less ones going, or whatever.
anyway.
a hacker above ground somehow stumbles on the Undernet, and is able to bypass the Barrier (they think it’s like, a really strong firewall or something), and they find Mettaton’s shows.
And shares them online.
And they go viral IMMEDIATELY and everyone’s in love with Monster-Machine Mettaton in all his glamour.
Arguments break out on whether Mettaton is just some really good CGI, or if he’s an actual Monster Robot. And then, if Monsters actually exist or not.
Soon, the entire human race is watching Frisk travel through the underground through Mettaton’s different shows, and they’re split almost 50/50 on whether it’s ACTUALLY happening, or if it’s just a REALLY well created CGI to fuck with everyone.
But one things for sure: Mettaton has shot up in popularity until he’s as popular as Beyonce or Kanye or uhh... other... famous people... Anyway EVERONE loves Mettaton because he’s funny, and glamourous, and genuine somehow and the hacker from the beginning has somehow been thrust into the position of Mettaton’s “manager” and this hacker’s really stressed because they just wanted to show off a cool video they found but now they’re being tossed a million responsibilities and a billion dollars...
And because they’re NOT a shit, they keep every dollar in a bank account meant for Mettaton once the Monsters break the barrier (except for a bit of money here and there to take care of business, like hiring an actual person to help them with the music industry, and patents on Mettaton’s looks, songs, and brand (all in MTT’s name, of course)) This poor hacker basically becomes the spokesperson and manager of someone they’ve never even MET and they’re constantly battling with *is this legal??? I don’t knowww???? I’m keeping everything in the name of MTT when he gets out but at the same time how the fuck did I end up doing all of thiss??? And now everyone is asking me about the monster world in general and I don’t know anything i just found a cool video i swearrrr???*
And then the barrier ACTUALLY BREAKS....
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I’m sorry it took so long, but HERE IT FINALLY IS
What if I just made it a habit
of killing Tooth in all my stories?