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Me, you, themOne more year,
One more Christmas,
One more birthday,
One more Year of hate.
Then i am free of you,
Everything you put on me
I am the bad guy,
I am the
I never do anything right
Twelve more months,
Twelve more secrets hidden away,
Twelve more nights in my room crying
And perhaps so much more
Then you wont see me,
The nights I've cried because of you,
You are the bad guy,
You are the
You cant see Who i really am,
Three hundred and sixty five days
Three hundred and sixty five cuts
Three hundred and sixty five lies
Three hundred and sixty five tears
I have over come,
With the help of Taylore and Tommy,
Clouded eyesIf you judge through clouded eyes
You are blinded
And by your judgement, your standards,
I am binded.
Held back by an invisible cord,
I sit back and watch, by your fans your are adored.
I chose not to love you
I chose not to care
You mean nothing to me
Because you were never there
But you pretend i matter,
When your fuzzy point of view shatters
When i become more than you expect
When i rise up from what you've molded me to be
Then will you care?
Then will you see?
I fight to be far away from you
So you fight to destroy me.
DisposableHe doesn't know why she hates herself
Everything good in the world
All the rainbows and junk
Every smile and laugh,
And his amazing eyes
He's so perfect.
and she's just the disposable girl
the one who knows the worst part of jumping off a 59 story building
Would be cleaning her body off the pavement
The girl who has always, hated, every part of her body
Starved herself, and still fat
Dye's her hair, and changes her look, but cant get rid of her family's blood
She sits awake at night, laying there
and no, she wont take her medicine tonight
She's going to sit awake, with music playing so loud she cant think
Because she knows shes screaming at herself in her mind
she has one chance and shes going to screw it all up
And all she sees in him
and he doesn't know why she hates herself
and he tries to fix her depression
but it cant be fixed
and she waits for the day he leaves her
because its what he needs
He needs a girl who isn't disposable
Who isn't just there
to fill up time
Hurting youI deserve to choke to death
Until my face turns blue
I deserve to burn
Because i'm hurting you
You know nothing about me
You don't know what i'll do
But I've warned you babe
And now i'm hurting you
I'm killing myself
Hurting, i'm in pain
I twist and shout
But if i die
Then you'll go too
But baby go,
i don't want to hurt you.
Liar, liarThe lies flow like waterfalls out of her bumbling mouth.
She sits alone in an empty room, in her make believe house.
She'll tell you she knows the truth, but she doesn't.
She wishes she was some one new, someone she wasn't.
She'll make you feel guilty if you don't believe her.
It is that skill that makes her the greatest deceiver.
You'll love her until you die, until your last breath.
You'll never know she's lying until your day of her death.
Broken thingsNo one wants the broken thing
Sits outside all day
Hoping waiting praying for
Someone to come and play
But it sits there on the sidewalk
Rusting and getting old
While newer things are taken home
The broken things grow mold
Spiders move in with other bugs
But insects are not friends
So these rusting broken things
Wait alone for their days to end
William T. Spears - Let it GoAfter a long day of Hard work, William snapped and burst out into song and dance in the middle of the office...
Paperwork glows white on the desk tonight
Not a coffee break to be seen
An office of isolation,
And it looks like I’m the Supervisor.
The wind is howling like this swirling storm inside
Couldn’t keep it in, dispatch knows I tried
Don’t let them in, don’t let them see
Be the good reaper you always have to be
Conceal, don’t feel, don’t let them know
Well, now they know
*Throws paperwork into the air*
Let it go, let it go
Can’t hold it back anymore
Let it go, let it go
Turn away and slam the door
I don’t care
What they’re going to say
Let the work rage on,
The overtime never bothered me anyway
It’s funny how some distance
Makes everything seem small
And the fears that once controlled me
Can’t get to me at all
It’s time to see what I can do
To test the limits and break through
No right, no wrong
How do you solve a problem like Grell-a?(Sung by Undertaker, Eric, William, Alan, and Ronald)
He climbs a tree and scrapes his knee
His dress has got a tear
He waltzes on his way to Dispatch
And whistles on the stair
And underneath his gloves
He has polish on his nails
I even heard his singing in the office
He’s always late for reaping
But his penitence is real
He’s always late for everything
Except for every meal
I hate to have to say it
But I very firmly feel
Grell-a’s not an asset to the Dispatch
I’d like to say a word in his behalf
Grell-a makes me laugh
How do you solve a problem like Grell-a?
How do you catch a cloud and pin it down?
How do you find a word that means Grell-a?
A flibbertijibbet! A will-o’-the wisp! A clown!
Many a thing you know you’d like to tell him
Many a thing he ought to understand
But how do you make him stay
And listen to all you say
How do you keep a wave upon the sand
Oh, how do you solve a problem like Grell-a?
How do you hold a moonbeam in your hand?
First day of SchoolDakota slowly entered the school. Her ears stood up as she watched so many different people walk by. Taking a deep breath she walks up a boy cute dragon wings. She smiles and tries to introduce herself but when he turns and sees she is part cat he freaks out. Lifting his books, he hides behind them. Slightly offended but more hurt she explains she is new and is harmless. Of course he doesn't believe her, saying cats ares scary. Setting her hands on her hips as her tail twitches, annoyed. She continues to go on about how she is as friendly as can be and really just wants to be friends.
Slowly the dragon boy lowered his books and looks her over. Dakota calms down and puts on a smile, offering her hand. Tilting her head, she tries to look friendly. The boy starts to relax but with a shaking hand, takes her.
“I'm Dakota. I hope I'm not being too bold but I lover your wings. They are so cool.”
“I'm Andrew. And thanks. They are nothing like my fathers but I guess they will
Hunter x Hunter: Chatgroup (CRACK) Part 2HUNTER X HUNTER CHAT GROUP PART 2
Disclaimer: I do NOT own Hunter x Hunter or its characters. Togashi sensei owns them :3
DanchouSpidersRule: IS NOBODY GOING TO HELP ME. IM NEW TO THIS YOU KNOW.
JajankenGUU: Ohayou minna san~~
BungeeGumJoker: Good morning, my sweet little fruit~~~
JajankenGUU: YEEAAARRGGHHHHH KILLUA HELP ME
Killu2cool4u: Hisoka!! Leave Gon alone for crying out loud! -___-
/BungeeGumJoker sent a photo/
JajankenGUU: WAAAHHHHH WHAT IS THAT
AssassinForHire: Hisoka, I'm sure nobody is interested in your glowing dick.
Killu2cool4u: HISOKA YOU BASTARD. Gon! Don't look!
JajankenGUU: WAAAAHHHHHH TT__TT
SpidersUcKuruta: ... Too late.
JajankenGUU: Killua... I... I wet my pants because I was too shocked ;-;
Killu2cool4u: NANI???? HISOKA GO TO HELL
BungeeGumJoker: Ooohhhh My little fruit is wet~~
AssassinForHire: Remind me why I'm still friends with you.
BungeeGumJoker: ^_^ Because you love me~~ ;D
Chapter 2POINT OF VIEW SWITCHAROO
You got the call right around six fifteen am. The annoying ringtone (seriously, who even writes these songs) woke you fairly easily, but you had curled up around the smaller body practically radiating heat next to you, trying to will away the noise.
The universe never does listen to you though, does it.
Reaching over to the side table, you pulled away from your fiancé reluctantly. Geez, universe. You were only trying to get in some unconscious cuddle-time, what's wrong with that?
You do not recognise the number that is flashing on the screen. You shrug to yourself and answer the call anyway, careful to keep your voice down.
It takes a few moments for the caller to answer, and you're already getting annoyed.
"Yes, hello. May I speak to a mister... Dirk Strider please?"
This is already weird.
The lady on the other end goes of on some spiel you hardly listen to, apparently she's calling from the hospital downtown. You don
The Palm ReaderA MAN WALKS INTO A TENT-LIKE ROOM FILLED WITH YOUR TYPICAL MYSTIC TRINKETS, AMULETS, CRYSTAL BALLS, ETC.
Fortune Teller: (offstage) Come in! Sit down.
Man: (takes a seat)
Fortune Teller: (walks onstage) Hello. Welcome. You are here to have your fortune read, I presume.
Fortune Teller: Well then, hold out your right hand with a toonie in it. These readings aren't for free you know.
Man: I understand. (holds out palm with toonie in it)
Fortune Teller: (takes the money) Thank you. (sits down and begins studying palm)
Man: (looks at fortune teller studying his palm)
Fortune Teller: (continues to study palm for a while) A-ha!
Man: What? What is it? What do you see?
Fortune Teller: (suddenly slaps the man and stands up) You just lost two dollars, sucker! (runs away laughing wickedly and comically)
Man: (just stands there dumbfounded for a moment)
Hunter x Hunter: Chatgroup (CRACK)HUNTER X HUNTER CHATGROUP
Disclaimer: I do NOT own Hunter x Hunter or its characters. Togashi sensei owns them :3
/BungeeGumJoker created this group/
/JajankenGUU was added/
/Killu2cool4u was added/
/SpidersUcKuruta was added/
/AssassinForHire was added/
BungeeGumJoker: Ja~~ That's all I can think of~~ Who else should I add to this group chat?~
Killu2cool4u: Hisoka what the heck is this about -.-
JajankenGUU: Nee~ What's this? A chat? Cool! Who else is in here?
BungeeGumJoker: It's a nice little group for us to talk in, Ringo-chan~ *smiles*
Killu2cool4u: Hisoka are you really that lame.
/BungeeGumJoker changed the group name to "Ringo-chan and friends~"
Killu2cool4u: ... Pardon me. Yes you are.
SpidersUcKuruta: Why am I even here?
JajankenGUU: Because Hisoka added you? By the way, who are you? O.o
SpidersUcKuruta: Gon, it's me. Kurapika.
JajankenGUU: Oh! But your username... *scratches head* Ohhhh~ Souka! Heheh~
AssassinForHire: I swear I'll kill whoever changed my username.
This is My Idea Merricup style
This is My Idea (Merricup Style)
(Young) Hiccup: I can’t believe I’m stuck with her all summer, I’ll bet she doesn’t draw, or read.
(Young) Merida: He looks conceited
(Young) Hiccup: What a total bummer
(Young) Both: If I get lucky I’ll get really sick
(Young) Hiccup: So happy you could come
(Young) Merida: So happy to be here
(Young(Young) Merida: This is not my idea)
Both: How I’d like to run…
(Young) Hiccup: This is not my idea
(Young) Both: Of fun
Queen Uberta: The children seem to get along quite nicely
King William: We’ll join our lands if this arrangement clicks
Queen Uberta: My dear King William, that’s my point precisely
King William: It’s such good parenting
Queen Uberta: And politics. So happy we agreed
King William: I think we’ve got a deal
Queen Uberta: Hiccup’s quite a catch!
King William: This is my idea
Queen Uberta: This is MY idea
Both: Of a match
Queen Uberta: (laughing) and such fun
I wrote a thing guys.It was saturday, the fifth of December as you recall, and you had just woken up. Your eyes flutter open relaxedly, calm, as you turn onto your side to greet the day with your wonderful boyfri--wait, no. Now it was fiancé--wait, where is he?! You sit up in a sudden panic as you reach out. The bed is cold, not warm like it would have been had he gone to the bathroom or to close a wayward window. He never leaves without waking you, it was part of the pact you had made years ago, when you had first become a couple. Your voice is rough and scratchy from having only just woken, and you call out to the seemingly empty apartment, just to check.
A pause, and then another. No reply. Should you call him?
You swing your legs off of the bed and clutch the sheet around you, it's still cold inside and you didn't like sleeping in clothes too much. They're too restricting, you need to sleep free!
As you approach the door, you raise your voice again.
"Love? This had better not be some...
Hath No FearGiving yourself completely up to fear is kinda like falling in love: You can't pin point exactly when it started and by the time you realize that you are surrounded by that sensation it's already game over. Just like the image of the person you are in love with starts creeping out from every unexpected corner, fear never leaves your side when you give it a welcome stay. After a restless sleep, it starts beating anxiously in your heart the moment you wake up in the morning and commands all your thoughts and actions throughout the day. It is nothing short of a prison, except you are the only inmate and the warden never takes a break. Ever.
I do not exactly remember when I let fear occupy my being but I remember the exact moment when I realized I was ruled by it. It was late in the afternoon, everybody was out there 'getting busy living' and I had locked myself inside my bed half awake, not particularly finding any valid reason to get out of it. Then I was awakened from a nightmare by my
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