Killing people is fun, after all. It's fun to be creative when I kill them. I like wire, especially-- once, I took this girl, and looped wires around her neck, her arms, her wrists, her thighs, and I just left her there, sitting in a pretty white chair. And she was blindfolded, right. The wires were all connected to the wall, so if she moved at all, the loops would tighten and cut her. I loved it. Towards the end, I swear she just went crazy, 'cuz she stood up, screaming, and tried to run. Her head almost came right off-- the wire had slashed her throat but good. I picked her up, and the head just flopped back, connected by some skin. That wa
How do I prove my existence?
Only you know that I'm here.
And soon I'll be gone.
Then I never was.
Then you always were.
And you can't be gone.
Only I know that you're here.
How do you prove your existence?
That's why I'm asking.
You can't know it's hard to see in this dark.
You can't see because you don't know this light.
But it's very simple.
My memories of me will be gone, and then I wasn't.
And you were, because my memories of you aren't gone.
(How original.)
You don't have a personality, do you?
We aren't really friends, are we?
Do you like?
Do you hate?
Or is it all the same to you, whatever I want, of course!
You're what you are with us.
But you're the same with them.
Everyone knows you.
The one who's Giddy. Happy, Content. Listening, Patient, Sweet.
Never talks about herself.
Always
Always
Always
The same.
That's all we've known of you..
Shouldn't there be more?
You know I know about you.
I said
She should be hurting
and complaining
or whining.
But you didn't, don't, won't.
Always
Always
Always
The same.
Are you nobody, after all?
KH: Type-casted, sort of. by yukarimobile, literature
Literature
KH: Type-casted, sort of.
"..."
The first thing that Roxas noticed was that he was in someone else's room. A girl's room. A very girly girl's room. He did not know why, but decided he should leave, vrai vrai quickly.
Then he realized he was wearing a girl's lacy nightgown and that was enough to sort of scare him. "Yes, I think I'll just find my clothes and go..." he said to himself, praying that who's ever room this was knew he was in it. And why.
The only problem with this, there were no boy-ish clothes anywhere. None. Roxas frowned, deciding it would be better to wear this nightie...ah, no it wouldn't. God knew who was outside of this room, and at least a Sailor
Fullmetal Alchemist…and the seven 'dwarfs.' who don't do anything but be taller then Ed.
NOTE: Slightly Edited, after Osakan Pokemon inspiration
Once upon a time, in a land far far away, there was a "magical" kingdom called Amestris, and the East section of it was ruled by an evil bitch named Dante, whom all the subjects hated with a fiery passion. Also in this kingdom, there lived a beautiful princess and his name was Edward.
Dante prided herself on being the most beautiful person in the land. Every day she looked into her magical mirror, whom she called Pride, and asked "Mirror mirror on the wall, who's the fairest of them all?" And
What might happen if Fullmetal Alchemist and Pokemon spontaneaously became one:
Announcer: On the last episode of Fullmetalmon, #11,651, our heroes Edward, Alphonse, and Winry were continuing their journey, after a 25-episode mini-tournament with the one-time champion King Bradley. We now join our heroes on their journey to the Grand Pokemon Tournament in Xing!
"Ed? I forget, where are we going now?" asked Winry, huggling her togepi close. "To Xing! There's a tournament, and all you need is six state alchemist's silver badges to compete! I can't wait to beat Ling, I hear he's an amazing trainer." "I don't know." mused their companion, a gia
Current Residence: A tiny pocket of NJ Favourite genre of music: more Favourite photographer: Clarabuu. Operating System: Windows XP MP3 player of choice: Creative Zen Shell of choice: somehting pasty and delicious Wallpaper of choice: My own anime wallpaper. Skin of choice: Violet Favourite cartoon character: miserable, dead-alive, decomposing emo kids, science expermients gone awry, Alices. Personal Quote: ALWAYS WITH THESE STALKERISH TENDENCIES, LOREI.
Favourite Visual Artist
Andy Warhol and some dA peoples
Favourite Movies
Anything with Morgan Freeman
Favourite Bands / Musical Artists
lots. Rachel Amico.
Favourite Writers
Neil Gaiman. That nutty guy who took of Emmie Dickinson's clothes. Emilie Autumn.
I have not finished any of Emerson's essays :D
I should. I like Self-reliance. But it's already lateness and I-- can't-- think.
Thank god it's almost 4th quarter.
Who knows how to write a research paper? Because I forget. Lol. It's awful.
Do you ever get that feeling you're bugging someone? I never see some people (Anna & Alex) but it never works for us to hang out. I feel awkward asking "do you wanna do something?" like all the time, but I hate drifting apart from people just because I don't have classes with them.
That's how I drifted apart from Surbhi last year. I don't want it to happen again. I miss being BFF-friends with her.
I'm
lol look at that uuugly emoticon.
I deleted my facebook. I don't need it to get in touch with people. (The only people I want to talk to, I have their numbers.) I feel like there's a weird competition on the site to have more friends, moremoremore! and that's lame. The whole thing is like a popularity contest, really. If 100+ people told Avery Faigen happy birthday and 25~ told me, does that make me a worse person? Less friendly, less liked, then some weird banged girl with no sense of personel space and a great big jewish nose?
And really, why do I care?
Facebook makes me care about all these dumb stupid boring trivial social issues, and