Talk to me about sadness. I talk about it too much in my own head but I never mind others talking about it either; I occasionally feel like I tremendously need others to talk about it as well.
Anne Sexton, Self-Portrait In Letters (via larmoyante)
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Talk to me about sadness. I talk about it too much in my own head but I never mind others talking about it either; I occasionally feel like I tremendously need others to talk about it as well.
Anne Sexton, Self-Portrait In Letters (via larmoyante)
((Do you ever just get really into an rp and while youâre waiting you justâŠ))
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Make my character cry with 5 words
"Im sorry" He said.Â
"Harry, your eyesight really is awful," said Hermione, as she put on glasses.
"Drat! Â Donât tell me the rock carries on down here, too?" he yelled, exasperated.
"Youâre still keeping track at a time like this?" she said, putting on a show of fake incredulity for the viewers.Â
The author of the book, one Agnes Nutter, was not surprised by this, but then, it would have taken an awful lot to surprise Agnes Nutter.
The smell of hot metal remained to assure us that the light was still there, ready to flash at a moments notice.
"Does that strike you as a satisfactory solution?"
I did my best to give it, but she could sense that, I, too, was frightened.
There were seven hundred of these cages hanging in the castle, and all with beautiful birds in them
But Teilani is alive, Kirk told himself, repeating the thought over and over.
//So Iâm back sorta kinda. I canât tell you who I owe because Iâve been gone for so long. Message me is I owe you or if you want to start something. Or just post something and tag me. Iâll be lurking.
--raven-flagrante
Sheldon looked at his guest in confusion. âYou know, in most cultures itâs polite to knock,â he stated matter-of-factly.
"In most cultures itâs customary to lock the door." He replied simply, buried in over sized coat, bangs hiding his eyes as always, "I was uh.. Looking for a vacant apartment."
"I didn't think I had to seeing as I am in here," he replied just as curtly. "And this apartment certainly doesn't look vacant. Does it look vacant to you?"
--raven-flagrante
Sheldon looked at his guest in confusion. "You know, in most cultures it's polite to knock," he stated matter-of-factly.
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And in chemistry class I was talking to my friend, Jack, about a gay pride festival I went to. My teacher, stupid nosy bitch, decides she wants to join in on the conversation. She asks me what Iâm talking about so I turned around and her reaction was to make a noise of utter disgust. She asked me to go to the main office and get a different shirt. But being the rebel that I am, I told her very politely âno, if you donât like it you donât have to look at it. Itâs my shirt, not yours, and thereâs nothing wrong with it.â She told me again that I needed to change my shirt. I said again that I wasnât and she told me she would have to send me to my administrator for direct disrespect. So I put on a big smile and packed my stuff up while she wrote the discipline report up.
But the thing that made me so happy that I didnât give in and change was that as I was walking out the door a girl in my class stood up and started to walk with me. My teacher was kinda pissed and told her that she would get a write up if she didnât sit down. And this girl, she is my fucking hero. She says: âWrite me up then. Itâs one more story that I can go home and tell my mothers. And Iâm sure my girlfriend would love to hear it, too.â Then she smiled and walked out. I just felt the need to share what happened today with my lovely followers.Â
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Reblogging every time this comes on my dash.
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Sometimes, at some point, with someone, you just feel this way.
Put two names in my inbox. My muse will choose who they would rather be romantically/sexually involved with
"I really wish people wouldn't try to steal my spot so often."
People who say Bazinga after EVERYTHING
Sheldon and Scout
"Like is a bit of an understatement. I donât believe we had properly met if you think I merely âlikeâ comics." He followed her over to the couch and placed the comic carefully on the table, making sure internally that it was away from any drinks that had been placed there. He settled in and looked to her. "It is a nice spot.â Â
Looking up at him, she raised an eyebrow and nodded with a  small chuckle. âRight, my bad.â She mused, finding it funny how attached he was to comics. It reminded her of her one cousin, and the mere idea of them ever meeting one day brought a smile to her lips as she turned to him. âHey, do you think I could maybe get your opinion on something? I mean, you can say no if you want, but I just thought Iâd ask.â She shrugged hesitantly.Â
"I would be happy to give you an opinion. Oddly enough, no one's ever asked me for one." He trailed off, pondering the reasons why. "I suppose people just don't like the truth." He turned to her again, eyebrows raised in curiosity. "Go ahead."