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Started March 31, 2019 by @Starfast group

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Ice storms, rain, hail, sunny days, perfect weather, snow and clouds all warred for dominance for about two months before summer finally won and slowly started to begin the process of roasting everything alive.

Ice storms, rain, hail, sunny days, perfect weather, snow and clouds all warred for dominance for about two months before summer finally won and slowly started to begin the process of roasting everything alive.

Did you mean: Australia?

Every time it's 11:11, I still wish for you. I still wish for the sleeves of your army jacket falling past my fingertips and the smell of your cologne and the way you'd get jealous whenever a boy looked at me funny.

Ice storms, rain, hail, sunny days, perfect weather, snow and clouds all warred for dominance for about two months before summer finally won and slowly started to begin the process of roasting everything alive.

Did you mean: Australia?

Actually, the horrors of Nebraska, in the us, but it sounds like they're similar xDD

(How dare you make me sad about Holden)
(Why am I always getting sad about characters named Holden?)

(lmao dw, that's actually from a poem I wrote about someone irl.)
(Although there is a Holden scene that will probably make me cry.)

“I’m sorry this happened to you,” Crispin muttered. He tossed the book into the river and watched as its pages became logged with water before it was lost in the thrashing waves.
Now no one needed to know.

“Ah, I’m sure you’ll survive, Lichesi. If you don’t, I’ll just resurrect you—at least undead-you won’t talk back!” Nyx grinned.

The edges of my lips sting as I grin, screaming at me to use the pina colada Chapstick tucked into the back pocket of my jean shorts.

(A bit confusing w the "I grin, screaming at me".)

(with all due respect Domino, do not critique my writing when I posted it in a chat unrelated to critiquing, and did not ask for a critique??)

The body had been mutilated so terribly it was nearly unrecognisable. The young male was missing his right leg, ripped clean off. A chunk was missing from his left, though most of the limb was still present. Someone had dug out his insides, leaving them sprawled by his feet in a manner that could only described as less then delicate and his arms, one bent in entirely the wrong direction and the other missing a hand on his left side. His throat had been slit, three large claw marks digging right to the bone. Dark red blood spilled down his face from where he was missing an eye and his tongue, gone from his mouth.

Last night, I dreamt The Conductor had died.

i never want to stop falling in love with the world and i never want to get used to your smile.

"It's alright, I have her right here Parker. Now you two need to leave. Your mother is here."

Sometimes I feel like the only sane person on the planet.