*I'M GONE FOR A WEEK*
Wow. I've been off for a few months... and when I get back... OVER 200 GROUP REQUESTS. Starting now, I'm attempting to sort through my over one hundred groups. If you would like me to join a group, send an invite. But I'm being picky this time. Tch, overloading me is going to tick me off. :P Nice ta see y'all again anyways though. :) **edit : my fingers are literally tired from hitting the leave button. does anyone know a way to automatically leave all of your groups?****edit#2 : woa. i just realized main stream rpg groups have died out.**
Favorite Quotes:
"I'm always wrong, but you're never right." -Paramore, Looking Up
"Next time you point a finger, I'll point you to the mirror." - Paramore, Playing God
"I am who I am with no apologies." -Hayley Williams, Paramore
"You don't deserve a point of view, if the only thing you see is you." -Paramore, Playing God
"It's like ham and eggs. The chicken is involved, but the pig is committed." -Kind've forgot. :P
"Imitation is the greatest form of flattery." -Once again, forgotten.
Random Poem of the Day:
Forgotten Memories :
The dust grows in the corner,
getting larger day by day, like a mourner.
it is the greatest form of sorrow.
The memories grow old and fade
like the tattered gown of a maid.
it is forgotten, never to come again.
A rabbit with no ear
a teddy with no rear.
The collection of these memories.
A lucky charm
A horse from the old toy farm.
The collection of these memories.
The collection of these memories
it is the greatest form of sorrow.
it is forgotten, never to come again.
Random Short Story of the Day:
The Memories-
My toes felt wet and moist as they sampled the dewdrops on the fresh green grass. I plucked a blade, smelling the fresh scent of a new day. I looked at the sun, it's vibrant arms spreading across the valley, like a friendly fire, burning the blue summer sky. As I rub the grass in my fingers, a tear drops from my eye, and I watch the fragment of my emotion fall to the ground. I stop rubbing, and also, watch the blade fall down, twirling and twisting in the light breeze. As a year passes by, I can't help but feel a pain in my heart; sorrow's claw. It's the anniversary of my brother's death. We buried him here, right under the gentle arms of the burning sun. As my tear hits the ground, I know it is time to go. I blow a kiss one last time. And begin to walk away.
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