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(Verse) ask me one day as the sun was going down we had this little talk and drove from town to town I know that you were right, you made the point yourself if I knew anything I'd put you on your shelf (Chorus) I can't believe all the things that you said I can't believe all the lies I was fed if it were all up to you we would never know when I can't believe that you dogged me again (Verse) don't try anything, freeze at just the thought you say that things are easy, we both know that they're not so I called you on the phone, you said that you were out so it was no surprise, your car was at your house (Chorus) I can't believe all the things

Harry was dead. Harry Hart, probably one of of the poshest arseholes in the fucking world, was dead. “Fuck!” Gary "Eggsy" Unwin yelled, slamming down the laptop and ending the video feed as his head fell into his hands, his whole body shaking. Quiet sounds came from his mouth for a while before he let up and got up slowly as best he could, eyes red and shaking violently. It took the now trained Kingsman recruit only half a second before he was on his knees in Harry’s bathroom, dry retching and in more tears, head on the rim of the white porcelain bowl, hands beating against the white tiles on the floor till they ached. Sha

Beep. Beep. Beep. Hissss. Beep. Beep. Beep. Hissss. Beep. Beep. Beep. Hissss. The sound filled the room over the soft breathing that the occupants made, both sleeping as the machines did their work, pumping air into the lungs of the pale girl on the bed. Her hair short, eyes closed as she slept, she looked just like any other patient sleeping away on a breathing machine, if it weren't for the plastic box next to her bed with a pink capped bundle in it, no one would assume she was a new mother much less a cancer patient neither. Outside the hospital windows, it was almost becoming twilight, the sun gently dipping behind the clouds as everyth

We are women Servants to men We are not Strong and independent But we are Weak and fragile Never have we been On top Always we have been The lower gender No, never have we been Rulers of the world We are but Objects of beauty To be complacent Never are we Allowed to speak out of turn We should be Listening I hope you are (read from bottom to top now)

This land is robbed of its colors, this place that welcomes me no more. I am nothing but a speck of sand that gets lost amongst the shore. A fire once danced bright in me, but those racing flames have fled. My mind has long since gone astray; I have no sense left in my head. For the unconquerable pit inside me Has for too long been stale and dead. The only ribbons I can see in the sky are faded shades of grey and red. And I ponder the meaning of this pointless existence as my suffering soul balances on the edge of this cold, lonely cliff, with my feet teetering of the crumbling ledge. To jump or to flee? O! the weight of a choice! It can

Cosplay is an art and should be given your all. You are becoming one with your character thus becoming an art piece. Advice that I would like to give you is attention to detail. Attention to detail is very important and is what makes a good cosplay. I often refer to pictures of the character when I am putting on my cosplay and putting it together. Keep some saved and on hand. Grooming: Make sure you are well groomed. Shower the day of, wear deodorant, brush your teeth, shave, etc. Just a reminder. Plus you will look much nicer and feel much better. The Hair/Wig As far as hair goes I highly recommend getting wigs for your cosplays because

Do not mourn for me as I take my final breath and close my eyes and surrender to this abyss. Do not cling to my corpse as my blood grows cold for it is not my body without a heart or a soul. I will not whisper lies into your ear about this realm that I journey to now For lies unknowingly allow a tinge of truth to seep through the gaps in the words. But I shall leave you with parting mutters of advice: Do not look for me under the shady trees where we'd lunch, nor in the gentle autumn rain that waters our flowerbed. Do not seek for me in the pale moonlight glow nor in the bitter winds of the winters you love so. Do not peer into the rusty tre

I sit alone at a table in the far corner of the crowded room, easily ignored by the people around me. I can still picture my wife, sitting in the chair across from me, complimenting the soup that I sip on now, which had always seemed a little bland to me. Ever since her passing, I have been left alone, spending my days sitting in her favorite spot and thinking of the times that came before. I hear him first, rather than see him. His shoes stomped loudly into the old folk’s home and, even though there was only one pair of feet, his footsteps sounded like a bull participating in a wild stampede. People turned to glare at him as he walked

His arm still hurt. It had hurt since they saw the thing in the sky. Tender skin, aching bones. He examined his arm. His flesh had paled in recent days, lacking light from a sun that didn't shine anymore. His forearm pulsed with every beat of his heart. He moved his fingers, flexed his powerful hand. Each motion felt as if it were moving against springs. The pulsing continued. His wife couldn't find anything wrong either. We'll watch it for a few days, she said. How does it feel? It burns, he said. How so? Like a sunburn. A really bad one. But it's in my bones and in my skin, too. Hm. Yeah. I'm sorry baby. It's okay. He wished they still ha