#somewhat depressing

[tannerballengee]

a handwritten letter I found inside the cover of a Home Alone II VHS tape that I bought from a thrift store

[commander-ralyle]

Reminder That

Double XP starts in SWTOR on this Tuesday April 16th. 5am MST I believe is the correct time of when it starts.

I'm gonna try and get as many under 70s to 70 as I can. Then I'll be able to get more toon slots. >:3 76 and counting on one server! All servers put together is 82. :P Granted only one of those five extra is a 70 that I transfered. The others I don't play. I originally made them to play with others on other servers, but nobody ever contacted me back so.... *shrugs* The poor babies just sit there I guess.

[countryboiiloveyouu]

My life is constantly playing in a minor key

[mixx-plate]

((Besides my being bullied in school,ignored, and getting a lot of let downs, im so relieved its all over, and next year, i hope ill do better. I THANK ALL MY FRIENDS FOR BEING THERE FOR ME AND BEING SO AWESOME))

[taylordarkh0e]

Back to being a receptor of displaced love. Back to feeding my emotions into unhealthy outlets. I'm fine with this.

[theturtlebrigade-blog]

‘~ Look at you go.

I just adore you.

I wish that I knew

what makes you think I’m so special ~’

[peace-and-light-poetry]

A Grandmother's Lament

She was alone They hardly visited anymore Leaving her alone They had grown up, changed A distance grew And she fought against it She lamented this Their distance wasn't something she could argue with Yet, she refused to let it happen Pitiful she was "Self-reliance" was a concept she never understood Others were her happiness One could say she lamented her existence Lamented how it turned out Reduced to demanding others for her happiness Pity she never learned self-reliance Her hold was strangling them They needed to get away Needed to be free Still, she lamented She talked ill of them Talked of how they were cruel to her While she did little wrong Sometimes, cruelty is kind In this case, it may as well be Pity that she couldn't see a disguised blessing Still, she lamented How pitiful

[somerandomshortstories]

My short story for my course’s prompt - “Beauty of Death”

This story was copied and pasted from my original blog.

She was always beautiful. When she woke up, with messy hair; or when she was talking about something she was deeply passionate about. I will never forget her smile, laugh or how when she talked, there would always be eye contact on her side. Graceful in everything she did, always leaving a smile on someone’s face.

My heart soared anytime she’d slip her hand in mine, squeezing it ever so slightly. When ever anyone questioned it, she’d smile and blush, stating that it soothes her nerves. After our busy days at work, we’d cuddle in bed and listen to each other’s heartbeats. I never wanted to let her go during those times.

I was always set on celebrating her birthdays, but we both were struggling to pay the bills together, but I would always buy a present for her. Two months ago, on her 26th birthday, I gave her a necklace with our birthstones; topaz and emerald. She was so happy, she cried and fell asleep in my arms.

She cooked for me the next morning. She looked adorable in an oversized sweater and short shorts, her beautiful chocolate hair tied up in messy bun and humming a melody. She turned and smiled at me wide, waving her spatula-ed hand at me as I took a seat, admiring her enthusiasm. That morning, she had made scrambled eggs, sausage and homemade chocolate chip pancakes, with her mother’s raspberry syrup. She kissed my forehead before leaving for work, wishing me well.

She always did that, too.

People have always said to us that it wouldn’t last, it was only temporary. We’ve always taken that chance, and laughed it off over our morning coffee. Last year, I wanted to propose to prove everyone wrong, but I decided to wait, and hid the ring.

I love her. I never wanted to let her go.

Our last night together was sweet, we watched an independent film and cuddled on the couch. We kissed, then I fell asleep. In the morning, she had left for work with a note;

Sorry babe, I was called in early!

I hope you slept well, I’ll be back later tonight.

Don’t forget to go grocery shopping!

xoxo Erika

I smiled, then got ready for a day of shopping for food. Or, at least that was what I was expecting. On my way to the store, a little girl was going back into the intersection to grab a stuffed rabbit she dropped, her mother busy on the phone at the sidewalk.

A large bus was rolling towards her, with no sign of stopping. I ran, and I made it.

Or at least I think I did. I blacked out after pushing her out of the way.

I woke up several times in a white room, but I was too drugged to get up; too tired to move. I heard medical terms thrown around while asleep, soft voices and some crying.

Comatose. Unconsciousness. Fatal injuries. Please.

The last one pulled me awake, blinking past the bright white of the lights and the room, focusing on a pile of hair and a sting in my left hand.

Her name rolled off my lips. Her sobbing paused and she looked up at me, tears staining her rose cheeks, her beautiful blue eyes puffy. She spoke, but I was too busy wiping away her tears and smiling for her.

I felt a horrible pain in my chest, and I squeezed her hand and let my head fall back, and my eyes close. The last thing I saw was her beautiful eyes, and that was fine by me.

I couldn’t feel the pain anymore. I was floating, drifting away from it all.

Her voice was pained as she cried out, “Quinn!”