#pssh.

[chiroptrite]

And yes, some of that mimicry is strictly from me. 

With some extra bribery, I had to fly in place in some wind tunnels. Without payment, I’d never. 

If any of you would like to have a similar experience, go run on a treadmill with a huge industrial fan blowing in your face. Oh, and you’ve got huge sheets of parchment tied to your back. 

[chipsncookies]

People hating on kukui’s wife because she 'gets in the way of their ship'

[dddemigirl]

Love likes to tease me and show me how happy things could be but ends up suffocating me, stamping on my heart, and poisoning my mind. I want no part of it. It's disgusting how falling in love with people has ended up ruining me.

[thelucklessmonster]

please, honey. don't act like you're even hurt.

[ask-artiegarr]

actually you're both too cute but i guess i could let you off this time with a warning ;p

     You’re not writing me up, Sam.

[mordidameh]

I don't even listen when people say they'll call me back anymore. Especially when they have a history of not calling back. It's just like, I'll just call someone else dude. *shrug*

[duuhnisse]

Picture ko nga dimo nilalike, ts picture nang iba... Shatap. 

[xotellybean]

She sat at the computer, her mouse hovering over the 'Text' button. One click would allow her to open a new post, type up a short story, then blog it for the world to see.  She knew she wanted to write something, she just didn't know what. There were a million things running through her head, some of them important, some of them not, and yet she couldn't pick out just one to write about. 

Deciding to try anyway, she clicked the mouse button, opening a new text post page. 

Then she sat and waited. And waited. And waited. 

No words. 

Nothing but thoughts and feelings and emotion coursing threw her, begging to be released in some way, a catharsis of sorts. All the words were racing through her mind, some louder than others, some a soft whisper. It was all jumbled and mashed together, she couldn't pick a single word out to save her life. Writing was her passion, but it seemed like she couldn't do it any more. She felt like screaming.

Instead, she just stared at the blinking cursor, the page blank.

Empty. 

A testament to her writer's block.