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S.C.H.O.O.L. -34-Souls Capturing Hospitality Over Objective Liberty
Day 2??3??? Lets go with 5
“So there's a monstrous nurse running around here administering drugs?”
“No, there’s an arachnid-snake-like creature calling itself a nurse that runs around administering drugs,” I, Soci, explained to Fan.
“Sounds like you were hallucinating and you ended up injecting heroine into yourself,” says Mozart. “By the way, kill yourself.”
I gave him a blank stare, hopefully transferring every inch of wrath I had into his pitiful soul. Not that he had much of one left, being the massive tool he was. “It’s your turn to hold Trains,” I said coldly.
Digi, who had been carrying more than supporting Trains, looked exhausted. He looked physically drained, as if someone had punctured his energy tank and let it run out behind him. He didn’t even give me a look of relief as he huffed Trains over Mozart’s shoulders. Mozart looked like he was a
S.C.H.O.O.L. -Live- Bus RideSix Crap Hours of Our Lives - LIVE
Unsocial as ever, Handlebar immediately retrieved his headphones at the sound of me starting a live SCHOOL.
Which is fine. So fine. Whatever.
Franklin : Oh COME ON
They are playing cheat on a pillow close to the back of the bus.
Einstein : WHAT IS THIS THIS IS A FIIIIIIIIVE
I’m unaware of who is winning at this moment, though judging by the crowd’s facade, my guess is that it would be Admin. I, Soci, haven’t the time for their frivolous activities, and instead wasted the majority of the last three hours playing 2048.
As Phan approaches my perch, Handlebar shushes her and proclaims ‘It’s live.’
Phan giggles and jumps into the fray of cheat.
We have been sitting on a bus for the past four and a half hours. In that time, we have watched one movie and have grown disgruntled over a stupid ipod app called 2048 – the game from Hell. As usual, everyone is tame. Locker Buddy is playing Mario Kart, Mozart is
S.C.H.O.O.L. -33-Souls Capturing Hospitality Over Objective Liberty
Day 1.5 of Awaking
It whizzed past me. Down the hall. Under trolleys and alongside filing cabinets. Defying gravity, although I knew this was just basic elementary physics. And only one other person could know this was basic physics. And only one other person could have designed such a machine to do just this. But where?
I heard footsteps from down the hall in front of me. Shuffles. Someone tripped. Another shushed them and someone cursed under their breath. Vain attempts of being sneaky. The toy car came to a stop a ways away, and from around the corner appeared two people I’ve only seen in the halls and had the acquaintance of.
Short Round held the remote controller in his hand and moved the joy stick around. Beside him, Admin held a pocket-sized computer for video footage.
“…or maybe the batteries just died, I mean there are a number of explanations why it could be acting up. The car probably has a short
S.C.H.O.O.L. -32-Souls Capturing Hospitality Over Objective Liberty
Day 1 of Awaking
Abandoned hospital beds block my way. I’ve had to turn back several times in the past 10 minutes, eventually resorting to vaulting over the obstacles myself. Only to be blocked by a desk, or filing cabinet, or wide trolley that can wheel only a small ways.
My hockey stick is still missing, and after literally tearing the room apart (both wallpaper and flooring have officially become nonexistent in that room) I failed to discover any secret compartment it could have been hiding in. I settled for nothing. I pocketed the black scarabs and set on a goal to reach the area of boxes and spotlights beside my ‘room.’ However, due to all the detours, I failed that endeavor too.
So here I am.
Middle of an abandoned hospital hallway thing with no weapon and damn jewelry pieces. I could hear them rattling in my pocket. The only thing that could have put the icing on the cake would be the homeless man
S.C.H.O.O.L. -31-Souls Capturing Hospitality Over Objective Liberty
Day [I'm getting real tired of this shit.]
Waking up was like coming out of a pool. I saw lights and ceiling tiles swimming, quite literally, in front of my eyes, as though the surface of the water was coming closer and closer to my face. It became vivid, and solidified into bright white lights. My mind was flooded with whatever they had injected into me.
I saw people and shapes and colours of things that were not supposed to be that colour. Everyone around me seemed to be walking slowly, but blurred together. I could feel my eyes rolling in the back of my head and I felt my head collide with the pillow… or… my head was already on the pillow, and my mind just registered that I was, once again, in contact with the pillow.
It sounded like someone was trying to talk to me from under water, and I like to believe I saw a face looking intently at me, though whose it was I was unsure. They were yelling, bubbles coming from their
S.C.H.O.O.L. -29-Souls Capturing Hospitality Over Objective Liberty
I woke up; fell out of bed. A bed. Not my bed.
The floor felt cool on my palms; a blur of greens and blues. Plastic. Linoleum. Hard.
I put one foot under me and stood to my feet, nearly falling over because my head felt so heavy. Black spots danced in front of my already blurred vision and I sat down on the bed behind me. Glasses. Where are my glasses? I smacked the bedside table, hoping to find them somewhere familiar... Yes. Acquired.
The room around me came into focus and I realized I was in a hospital, though I deducted as much. Sunlight was streaming through the window and there was a bouquet of dead flowers on my bed side table. Daisies. There wasn’t any water in them. No sh*t they died...
I walked over to the window slowly, half for the curiosity of what outside would look like, and half to see whether or not I could still walk. I could, though it felt odd and unfamiliar, as though my muscles were not used to thi
Dear DadYou have always been my favourite ghost
that blurry, little something in the corner of my mind
that never loved me
even when I begged on my knees in front of you like you were some kind of God.
I crawled. I cried.
I called you in my dreams when they turned into nightmares.
I saw a man once, I almost thought it was you but then he hugged a girl and I walked away with a sad smile.
I am writing this on a warm summer night and you don’t even know.
And you don’t even care.
Love Me | Cap. 5 (( Historia BL ))
Me quedé dormido junto a G Billy. Él me está abrazando. Como para que no me fuera de él. Veo la hora. Falta 1 hora para que inicie la película. Muevo a G Billy para despertarlo. Él es de sueño profundo y es difícil de despertar. ¿Cómo lo despierto? Me volteo para mirarlo. Realmente quiero ir a ver la película. Me le pongo encima y lo beso.
Para ser sincero, es raro cuando yo inicio el beso, pero no me queda de otra. G Billy abre los ojos cuando yo me alejo un poco de él. El solo sonríe.
- Jamás me has despertado así.
- Cállate. – Me tapo la boca.
G Billy se levanta un poco y me abraza. Se levanta de la cama y me carga. Me lleva hacia la sala. No hay nadie. Empiezo a pensar que hay algo raro y que todos planearon esto para quedarnos solos. Pero bueno, ya no debo de tener pena.
- Petey, quiero decirte algo.
- ¿Qué cosa?
G Billy acerca sus labios lentamente a mí. Yo solamente me sonrojo.
Hell Herenone of you perhaps understand my situation/condition..
anyway I have to come out of here myself..but I cant..wont ever..life is hell here..
Dearest SisterDearest Sister,
There are so many things I wish I could tell you, could give to you, for everything you've done for me. I know it's something I can never repay, and while a picture's worth a thousand words I'm not the greatest artist, so I'll try to put my feelings in words. Thank you. For being there for me, not just through the good times and the fun times, but also through the dark times when it seems like all but a few glimmering lights give me reason. If someone told me a little over a year ago, that when I joined Heart Shrine that I would meet the sister I should've known my whole life I probably would've rolled my eyes and laughed. I've done things in my life I regret, but one thing I will never regret is meeting you.
I still look back on that first little conversation and smile. Though it's been only a little over a year, it already feels like I've known you forever. My soul has always known you, my sister. You're smart, and strong, and beautiful. A talented artist, and the tru
Ruined My Lifemy parents and sister have ruiend my life due to their adamant so called righteousness..
its not Petra's cause....honestly...
Immense Inconsiderationmy family is doing immense inconsideration to me..
for them I am a toy and of no care..because of my likings...at most they see me as a ransom of greed..
2 AM.Dear you (since you know who you are),
I suck at writing letters, but I kind of also suck at writing songs. It probably would have been nicer to have a song written, instead of just a stack of poems that sit idly away, so maybe this letter will explain some things that I just can't seem to otherwise express (since I suck at explaining my feelings too, even in poems where it's supposed to flow out). For a fair warning it probably is going to suck. I’ve already explained before why I never write letters. They get all feely and in my opinion I don’t find like that they’re me (since I try not to be all feely and “girly”), but I’ll try anyways:
I don't know when staying up until two AM became so easy, just like I don't know when exactly I even began to fall for you. Over time one simply became easier like stretching does and the other was more like falling asleep and realizing later that you've woken up in water. It
Anon to SafiHi Safi,
I first got to know you on FJ and really liked your posts there. When you posted your Tumblr there, I followed it and it hasn't disappointed me ever. Your blog is really funny and simply amazing. Also, you are a very nice, beautiful girl(from what i have seen on your selfies). I hope you have a GREAT day(or night, whatever time it is currently where you are living) :)
PS I have pixeled you a cat and a fox, I'm not the best at that, but I think they look kind of ok, they are in this folder, too
-30days- Day 11
Day 11 put your ipod on shuffle and write out 10 songs
Another Brick in the Wall Pink Floyd
Cosmic Love Florence and the Machines
I Won't See You Tonight (part 1) Avenged Sevenfold
Takes Me Nowhere the Offspring
Bones the Killers
Mylo Xyloto Coldplay
It's My Life Bon Jovi
A Change of Seasons Dagrahamcracka
... I have a weird diverse music library. Deal with it.
Bo.When Lindsay was born, Bo was there. Standing beside her mother, he was the first thing she ever saw. But he was not her father; her father stood on the other side.
Bo was there until the very moment she died.
The sun shone bright through the windows of her pink-laden room. She loved pink. And black.
“Because Bo is black,” she’d told her parents.
Her imaginary friend, they soon concluded.
“Bo is all black,” she described one night as her father tucked her in, “His skin and his hair and everything. He doesn’t talk a lot.”
Her father frowned.
“He sounds scary.”
“He’s not,” she insisted.
Bo sat on the bed and said nothing.
Her father kissed her good night and turned out the light.
“Why can’t Dad see you?” she asked.
“Are you real?”
“Are you real?” he replied.
“How do you know?”
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