Love Is...Love is…Love Is...
The stroke of a soft cheek. A blush. The sound of another’s heart beat. A gasp. The feeling of their hair in your hands. A smile. The brush of fingers against their back. A shiver. The telling of secrets and stories. A laugh. The apology of a hidden lie. A cry. The pair of lips pressed against a scar. A tear. The sight of watching them sleep. A sigh. The softness of their voice. A song. The warmth of being held close A dance. The sharing of an ice cream cone. A taste. The quilt aro
ThoughtsHi.Thoughts
My name Is just a combination of letters typed in a 12pt Verdana font that you’re going to forget anyway, so I have no incentive whatsoever as to mentioning it. I live In a place that’s probably about the same as the one you spend your days in: neat, little people. Minding their own business. Working their nine to fives. Loving their families. Paying their bills. Mowing their lawns. Saying ‘hi’ with their toothpaste-smile. I’m 18 years old the age that is most commonly in all the world’s civilizations referred to as the age at which a child reaches the status of adul
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Life - The worst game ever. The graphics are pretty, but the A.I is terrible, there are no cool power-ups, and you only get one life. Zelda is way better than this shit.
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Signed,
Epic Dude
thus, in a five minute fit of schizophrenia, this little piece was created.
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Life - The worst game ever. The graphics are pretty, but the A.I is terrible, there are no cool power-ups, and you only get one life. Zelda is way better than this shit.
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Signed,
Epic Dude
thus, in a five minute fit of schizophrenia, this little piece was created.
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Life - The worst game ever. The graphics are pretty, but the A.I is terrible, there are no cool power-ups, and you only get one life. Zelda is way better than this shit.
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Proud of being bad
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Proud of being bad
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