#idiotic arguments

[mustafalaf]

...to let those who argue about Our messages know that there is no escape for them.

Quran, Chapter 42, verse 35

[baelor-the-based]

Can people stop hating on the Game of Thrones petition?

Y'all acting like it takes our entire day to sign a petition and complain a little. Like people don't have their homework on their desk or their kid sitting down to dinner. Maybe they are bored while donating blood? You don't know.

This is the age of instant communication. We can complain all day and still get more done than the average person.

[relegade]

[miaogana-blog]

Why am I posting this?

When you listen to the wolf

Standing under the gaze of the cracked sky, I can't help but shudder as the icy snow that blankets the ground slips its way through my layers to bite at my skin. No matter what, I don't want to look back, lest the tears of the past find their escape and rain down. It's all that I can do to stumble forward and cower in the shadow of her grief. While I abstained, she could not; her head is facing away from the sky to nourish the frozen Earth. Just watching her, the surrounding winter creeps in and darkens my soul, until I can no longer remember the warmth that a smile can bring. Slowly, I freeze, sinking further and further into the snow banks.

When the rays of moonlight break through the cracks and flow down from that cracked sky, my soul doesn't linger. The light carries me up to lay among the grey clouds. It is there that I turn my head, and watch as the smoke rises from my path. The sights causes me to remember. I ran so fast, just trying desperately to catch up, but when my feet dug into the snow and I skidded to a stop, I felt my body going through and passing the figure, not stopping before or beside it. One glance over my shoulder was all that it took to see how my panicked strides had destroyed their demonished saunter, erasing how they ever existed.

But even worse as I crouched in her shadow, the wolf's shameless coat throwing a darker shade of black upon me, tainting the light pearls all around. I fell before her, letting the the howls lull me to rest. Her lambs guise masking her laughter in the form of tears.

Up here, where the unsteady notes cannot meet me and the whisps of destroyed footsteps are again visible, I now let my cries be heard. The drops spill over my cheeks to rain down on the Earth below; the remorse cleansing the sinned stones of their world. The wet stars melt the white snowflakes, causing them to drip through my sodden finger tips, washing away the ashen edges.

[fanficwriterghc]

Settle an argument for me. What hurts more, Childbirth, or getting kicked in the nads