#french one

[peyvil]

I have 5 blogs now, save me from hell

[sangardent-blog]

ALEXIS LIVANOV, a piece of life.

           To wander. And to wonder. Fingertips flying over hard cold stone. Brushing over the shattered pieces of what was left of your lost empire. You are wandering, and so is your soul. And you are wondering, gaze flickering over the place, all over it, scanning it as if you had hawk eyes. And you can sense it, the air filling your lungs is full of ghosts and spirits. Other wandering souls, coming for you as if you were some sort of ghost yourself. Lost, years ago, and found just now. Your daemon is not following you. Thanae needs her freedom, she is walking carefully on this ground. Because this very specific ground deserves reverence. And still, your fingers are brushing over those stones. It feels like they can tell you the story. Even though you are not an earthbender, you can almost sense it like Aleya would, probably. And you touch them a little bit more frankly, all your hand goes to flatten on one of them. Your gaze gets caught by something. That same symbol you hid on your desk. You always thought that if you had to die you wanted to die for something. Or someone. You wanted to die being who you were, and you were an airbender. Hunted down by a country, loved by none but you tried not to care. Tried not to think, cause carring would make you feel lost. And feeling lost would make you want to die, for nothing, but for despair. Hope was the only thing you could hold on to, and you can't help yourself but to think about your mother. You wanted to see her face one last time before you would exhale your dying breathe.

          A shivers takes over you, Thanae is back, her head finds its place just under your fingers, and you run them in her fur. She gives you a purr, and whines a bit when you closes your fingers too tight on her fur. “Sorry, Thanae.” You breathe, gaze still flickering all over the destroyed house standing in front of you. You felt attracted to it, and now you are standing in front of this house like a ghost. And other ghosts are standing all around you, one of them is your father. Wind caresses your cheeks, and your whole body. Maybe it is him. Maybe ghosts are real, since monsters are. They are not the one living under your bed when you was still a kid, but they still exist. And maybe ghosts aren't actual ghosts. Maybe they are the wind, and the herbs, and the ashes and the drops that fall on your face when it' raining. And you look all around you. No one, but still, definititely, everyone.

          Again, your fingers are running on the stone, and you step ahead. Slowly, your tongue gets out of your mouth and wets your lower lip, and then it were you teeth, scratching the fagrile skin, making it redder as you enter the house.

          And you can see it, now. Gael running next to you, like a ghost, passing through you and then yourself, running after him. You aren't older than five years old, Natalia follows but she can barely follow you. You are fast, the two of you, already. There are echos of your old and dead laughs all around the place. Your cousins are there too, you see Lyra sitting on a chair, her back is still and her hair are like floating around her face. There is this small smile on her features, while her big brother is teaching her how to sit. You blink, and it is black again. Night came back all around you, it wrapped its arms all around you, and tries to take you down with it. And so you sit, in the middle of what used to be a living room. Half vanished colours are on the walls, you blink again. They are still there. The memories are coming back, and then vanishing again. Then coming back, and only giving you so poor informations.

          You could see all your cousins, your parents and aunts and uncles and the Belinskis and the Manuevas. This is all so much, too much. You take your head in between your hands, nails digging deeply in the bacck of your neck, leaving marks that won't heal before a day or two but for what you care, really... Thanae growls, it's coming from the back of her throat and filling the air. And you don't react. You are just crying now, for all you lost.

          Feel it, Alexis. You can feel it, all your despair. Why does it even hurt that much? Did you even know them? Really? You couldn't remember Lyra's face one second ago, and now you are crying. Dead. All of them. Maybe Gael and Natalia too, and this simple thought is cutting your heart in two. You cry even more, sobbing like a child and whining like a wounded. You are, indeed, a wounded child. Your heart is aching, your neck is too but this is almost such a bliss compared to what it feels like inside. Like it implodes. Like it's bleeding all over your guts, and your heart. Like it's about to get out, in any way it can, from anywhere it can. You're bleeding, Alexis, get up. Heal. Fight for them. But you can't, why can't you even do that? Coward.

          And then there is the wind, caressing your cheeks, and your whole body.

[hongk0ngarden]

i would like to say "i hate history" but the only problem is my history teacher so argh i'm so angry and i wish i could have great history lessons and not listen to an ogreee maaaaaaaaaaaaaaaan

[no-name-emily]

I passed!

French at least, idk about math. Today after school I went to go get a slurpe and my french teacher yelled out his car window to tell me!

[lifeofasaxplayer]

Someone send me french one questions

[hattoririma]

Happy NaruSasu Day in Fraaaaance ! :D

[katsu-]

If anybody want to visit my new town, here's my dream code : 7000 - 2228 - 9511 Enjoy it ! And if you want me to visit yours send me your dream code. ;)