I feel like a seven year old · 5:28am Aug 15th, 2016
Today me and some friends went bowling, and I made my screen name thingy "MLPFIM".
Yes. This actually happened.
God I need a life.
Today me and some friends went bowling, and I made my screen name thingy "MLPFIM".
Yes. This actually happened.
God I need a life.
My school is putting on a musical, and I’ve never been around so many strange human beings, I think one of my friends created a religion of worshiping Charli XCX, and another one of my friends keeps giving me Cheetos, I’ve been writing fanfics and doing the macerana with some other people, so I’m also not completely normal.
And as I’m writing this, my friend has just sniffed my phone claiming “it smells like it has a good aura”
T h e a t h e r
H u m a n s
A r e
S c a r y
Being home is nice and I feel relaxed and at-home up until a certain someone enters the premises.
When she does, the air turns cold. That sense of security you should feel within your own home disappears, rots away and is replaced by the aura of unwantedness. As a person living in his father's home, which he pays for and keeps running, to feel unwanted by his other half (thankfully not bound by marriage) is probably the worst, hurtful feeling you can experience. It hurts like hell.
Guuuuuuhhhhh!!!!
I spent half an hour working on a new piece of art which i had the-spur-of-the-moment inspiration for.
and I accidentally deleted it.
OMG I am SO angry right now.
I need to go punch something.
bye!
*throws computer*
Why does EVERY rock band use roses as part of their logo and branding?? I'm not only talking about well-known rock bands, but two bands I know
from college use roses in their logos or album art.
While working on Futalight and Wishing On A Star, this bloody thing came to me all of a sudden and transformed into a spur of the moment I simply had to write down. It's probably going to be a two part short story and nothing more.
It's funny when you write something you don't like, sit back and look back over it. I always have the interesting dilemma of should I, or shouldn't I post it...
Okay...
Prepare yourself for a very strange question related to a scat clopfic. I'm having a hard time with a certain collab I'm doing, and there is a specific story that comes to mind that I remember, but can't find for the life of me. I'm thinking about joining the My Little Toilet group just to find this thing... Also, no idea if it's even from this site; I just remember reading this.
Well.... Its currently 3am where I am.... How?! This has been going on for about a week and a half! I've been napping in the middle of the day at about 3 or 4 nearly every every other day! I slept a good 8 hours last night but I was still tired at 3:30pm today! What the actual fuck!? I do nothing all day!! How am I not on a normal sleep pattern!!? Why am I not tired right now other than the fact that I just took a nap 7 hours ago!!? For why, body!?!? WHY AM I SLEEPING LIKE THIS!?!? WHY!?!?!?
Has anyone else run into this issue where you go to edit any story you've written, and then very first thing that happens is that it takes the entire long description — regardless of its actual content — and replaces it with just your username.
You ready for this?
I want to cry. Why are we touching this heap of crap?!
Because if will show you how far you come. *Pulls cord* And I like to see you squirm. *Chainsaw starts* So let’s do this.
Put away the Celestia damned chainsaw if we’re going to do this we’re going to do it right.
OK. *puts chainsaw down* Time to get the fine tools out *pulls out rpg*.
Alice on a good day is amazing.
“By the way, I love my gift. You shouldn’t have.”
“Alice, I didn’t!”
“Oh, I know that. But you will.”
Bella, Edward, and Alice are walking to the car after school when Alice drops that the Cullens are having a graduation party for her. Bella’s surprised it’s so close to graduation already.
In theory, I was anxious, even eager to trade mortality for immortality. After all, it was the key to staying with Edward forever.
Bella and Jacob go for a walk on the beach. As they talk, it comes out that Quil just imprinted. Specifically, on Emily’s niece, Claire. Who’s two. Naturally, Bella’s horrified and a bit squicked out, but Jacob doesn’t think there’s anything creepy about it.
“But she’s a baby,” I protested.
He looked at me with dark amusement. “Quil’s not getting any older,” he reminded me, a bit of acid in his tone. “He’ll just have to be patient for a few decades.”
When Alice drops Bella off the next morning, she’s got a message waiting for her from Jacob, saying he’s sorry. Bella, however, isn’t feeling very forgiving at the moment and heads upstairs. In her room, she decides to do put the dirty laundry in the hamper, but she can’t find her pillow for the pillowcase. She starts examining her room more closely and realizes some other things are missing: a pair of socks and a red blouse. When she looks in the hamper, a lot of her laundry is missing from
Bella’s shocked at Jacob being in love with her, somehow. She tries to tell him that she likes him as a friend, as family, and that she doesn’t love him like that. Jacob, however, won’t take “no” for an answer.
“Just try not to get too mad at me. Because I recently decided that I’m not giving up. There really is something irresistible about a lost cause.”
Going straight from philosophical musings on possible identity shifts through transhumanism to a teenage girl moaning about what to wear. What a great segue.
Edward joins Bella outside the Cullens’ house and they walk inside to Alice has essentially turned it into a nightclub. It’s not long before a bunch of Bella’s “friends” (whose existence feels obligatory at this point) show up and get the party going. Soon, other kids from school, eager to see the inside of the reclusive Cullens’ house, also arrive, making the place pretty crowded.
Well, I’m unhappy, so why isn’t the series ending?
Entering Bella’s room, Rosalie says she wants to talk to Bella while Edward’s away, since he rarely leaves her alone and it’s unlikely she’ll get an opportunity like this. Specifically, she’s going to give Bella a more concrete reason as to why she should stay human. And then, guess what: more backstory!
1933. Rosalie was eighteen, and her family was rich because her father had a stable job in a bank.
I ANSWER TO YOUR CRIES OF "PLEASE TURN OFF ADBLOCK" AND I SEE AN AD THAT FEATURES SOME ABSOLUTELY DISGUSTING THINGS.
I turn off Adblock to support the site, not see ads of ponies kissing, gosh diddly darn dough it. Though now I see that I'm turning Ublock Origin back on.