ColorMePersephone! We're in a few together already and I love all of their characters to the point it hurts lmao. And jhgj no proposing for this fifteen year old, nope
That's cool! I don't think I've ever RP with ColorMePersephone
they’re great do suggest RPing with them
Romeo banished… is father, mother, tybalt, romeo, juliet/All slain, all dead”; “Mine shall be spent/When their tears are dry, for Romeo’s banishment”
metal things start jumping up and down *
Tourist: hOw ReAliStIc!!!!
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(Uh…..this isn't finished…..(im disappointed in myself))
You’re really short and cute, and you get a cup of black coffee every morning but you make weird faces every time you take a sip and you never finish your drink.
Are you trying to act mature or something?
That little attitude of yours that you give me every time i spell your name wrong.
And that hidden smile you give me when you see the cheesy pickup line i wrote on the side of the cup when you order from me.
And what is that book you’ve been reading here for the past eight weeks?
I see you always finish it but you always start it over again. Im starting to think you’re insane.
I walk over to you one day on my lunch break, peering over your shoulder at the book.
“More than this” It read on the front cover. I've looked it up and actually had time to read it myself. Sitting myself in front of you with a big smile on my face and my elbows on the table.
Your red, curly, and all over the place hair flowing over your shoulders and your swept to the slightly curly side bangs falling in your face slightly over your eyebrow. That tiny diamond nose piercing shining off of the gentle lights hanging from the ceiling.
One blue eye and one green eye, which ive noticed on the first day that you've come here, looking up at me. Sighing and setting your book down you give me a sort of glare.
“Hey……Aladdin right?”
I manage to say with a smile, though forgetting how awkward i normally am.
“Um….. its Allane”
You say to me with that little smile and laugh, your honey sweet voice filling the little air in the bubble around us as you pick up your book again.
“Oh…… right, yeah. Oh! Thats a good book. The main character was pretty well written but i personally favor the side characters”
I say running my hand through my alabaster hair nervously, though i would never show the fact that i was nervous.
As you poke your freckle infested nose out of your book my heart jumps and does a summersault as a smile appears on your face. A one that I would only see from the counter when you would be stuck in your book.
“Uh….well i personally love the main character, but the villians well written. I personally like her.”
You say as i listen carfully, trying not to have a heart attack. I was actually talking to you! The gorgeous quiet girl who would visit the coffee shop every day.
“So what library do you go to around here?”
I ask trying to make conversation.
“Wait- theres more than one library here? I thought there was only the small one by the courthouse?”
I watch you as you pull your hair up into a ponytail, leaving your bangs in your face and tucking a peice behind your ear.
“Oh, nooo. Theres about three. This is a decently large town, though divided into around three sections. Would you like to know where the others are? I can show you sometime if you would like.”
“Well i don't think that's a bad idea."
You say to me with a little smile curving up your lips.
(jk Hughes Capet is a bitch)
1) Identify a person or area where you are fairly sure you are running a racket.
2) Distinguish and share what you can now see is the payoff and cost of running that racket.
3) Actions: what actions you're going to take this week as a function of getting off that racket.
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Has a small tattoo of a crown behind her right ear.
"I… I guess…"
I'm new to the game and I'd like some simple explanations on the classes, races, and what each dice does
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picks you up like a gmod admin and tucks you into bed
pUMPkiN CRAVInG?
Auf Wiedersehen!
I am born of witches
I am born of girls, teens, barely women
Girls hung and drowned and crushed for daring to stand out amongst a bleary backdrop of gray
Girls who said no to a man and suffered at his hand and the hand of the law that was there to ‘protect’
Girls, who did not deserve to die
I am born of witches
I am born of survivors
Women who stared death in the face and said ‘you’ll take me someday, but that day is not today’
Women who’s bodies conspired against them, who’s own flesh tried to kill them
Who stood up and said ‘no. you won’t win’, and turned the tables
Of women with swords and women with pens
Used for the same thing, to fight
I am born of survivors
I am born of anger, a thirst for revenge so deep and consuming that it shouldn’t have been sideline-able
Of pain and suffering caused by people who should have been refuge from that exact thing
A hurt that ran deep, deep enough to affect every little thing, every action and reaction
I was born with anger
I was born of love
Not love from my mother to my father or vice versa, but love from my mother to me
Love that keeps me warm, by handing me a second-hand winter coat
An old coat but a coat nonetheless
Love, that puts a roof over my head and bandaids on my knees when I trip and fall
Because I inherited Love’s clumsy genes
Love, who does not yell back but who listens
Love, who knows what it’s like to feel unheard but saves her voice for when it matters most
I am born of pain and love and sorrow
Of anger and hurt and so many things it would take hours to list them standing here
But I am also born of hope
Born with stardust in my lungs and my mother’s blood in my veins
Born with the spirits and ghosts of the women before me standing behind and beside me
I am born with purpose
Purpose to right the wrongs that I can, to change the world in whatever way I can
To scream with all the voices that have guided me and come before me
And to pass them on
Maybe not to my own daughter, but to every woman I meet
Every woman with her own spirits and anger and her ancestors beside
To pass on hope
I am born of anger and hope.
I am born of witches
I am born of girls, teens, barely women
Girls hung and drowned and crushed for daring to stand out amongst a bleary backdrop of gray
Girls who said no to a man and suffered at his hand and the hand of the law that was there to ‘protect’
Girls, who did not deserve to die
I am born of witchesI am born of survivors
Women who stared death in the face and said ‘you’ll take me someday, but that day is not today’
Women who’s bodies conspired against them, who’s own flesh tried to kill them
Who stood up and said ‘no. you won’t win’, and turned the tables
Of women with swords and women with pens
Used for the same thing, to fight
I am born of survivorsI am born of anger, a thirst for revenge so deep and consuming that it shouldn’t have been sideline-able
Of pain and suffering caused by people who should have been refuge from that exact thing
A hurt that ran deep, deep enough to affect every little thing, every action and reaction
I was born with angerI was born of love
Not love from my mother to my father or vice versa, but love from my mother to me
Love that keeps me warm, by handing me a second-hand winter coat
An old coat but a coat nonetheless
Love, that puts a roof over my head and bandaids on my knees when I trip and fall
Because I inherited Love’s clumsy genes
Love, who does not yell back but who listens
Love, who knows what it’s like to feel unheard but saves her voice for when it matters mostI am born of pain and love and sorrow
Of anger and hurt and so many things it would take hours to list them standing here
But I am also born of hope
Born with stardust in my lungs and my mother’s blood in my veins
Born with the spirits and ghosts of the women before me standing behind and beside meI am born with purpose
Purpose to right the wrongs that I can, to change the world in whatever way I can
To scream with all the voices that have guided me and come before me
And to pass them on
Maybe not to my own daughter, but to every woman I meet
Every woman with her own spirits and anger and her ancestors beside
To pass on hopeI am born of anger and hope.
I love this. I can’t put how much I love this into words.
((Jcszfvjb thamks pal. I was in a mood to yell the othe night obvi))
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Instead of a sound like Rhydar's yelp, Lily let out a surprised laugh, tilting her face up towards the rain. Despite the fact that it was pouring, she seemed happy as could be in the rain, like a plant. "You'll have to get Nevarra