Edema Rue
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AHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHHAHAHAHAHAHAHA LIZ guys I had so much fun writing this, please please please read it and let me know what you think!! Isn’t it beautiful?
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602. Explain why 007 008 009. (It’s because you’re supposed to eat 3^2 meals a day.) -
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What’s your favorite childhood memory? i—wait i thought—didn’t—what about that goose?
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600. Explain that it’s because 007 008 009.
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Eddie was eating an orange, and she nodded, looking pointedly at Roy. "Yeah. Is something happening, wherever your from?" @RoyalBeeMage
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You have two people in the same room as you. They are both staring at you awkwardly. You have a black shoelace and a yellow ballpoint pen. There is a white Silkie chicken in one corner of the room. It looks slightly angry. The room is a perfect square, 10ft x 10ft x 10ft x 10ft. The door is bright pink and locked from the outside. There are no windows. There is no furniture. What do you do?
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... ... Sorryimapoet?
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Birthdays…
birthdays.
so much potential.
I wish I could throw a masquerade ball, or a murder mystery roleplay type thing, or even just invite two or three friends to get a drink with me (soda. I’m underage and lds, guys.)
It’s a silly thing to be feeling so bugged over
but I am
we’re almost a month into summer now, and…I miss humans.
i need people.
I’m a blue, a ENFP-T, a two.
people make me who I am.
why, then, am I terrified anytime someone even asks if I’m open? And why am I so scared to ask anyone myself?
I don’t want presents or treats or memories or family.
i want to be around people who want to be around me. I want to laugh and cry and be safe in the arms of the people who promise to help battle all my demons.
I want to throw a scudding party without being terrified that no one will come or that I’ll be embarrassed. I want to sit around a fire and talk, and I want it to be just one of many such occasions.
I’m tired of being lonely.
and I’m tired of being too scared to do anything about it.
ah, well. I survived another year, despite a whole lot of moments when I thought I wouldn’t.
And I can recognize the good, even if the bad is so much more plain, and seems to taint everything it touches.
but I’m ok
and I’ll be ok
and uh…sorry idk why I even wrote this lol, hope y’all are doing good and that this next week brings more laughter than it does tears.
with love, Eddie
(also someone give me motivation to write, I’ve been slacking)
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@TheRavenHasLanded @Wierdo @WhyEverNot_8
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It continues as it has.
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587.
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I don’t…think that’s how it works?
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Okay first that’s beautiful… And second, I USED THE SHOELACE AND PEN FOR MURDER TOOOOOOOOO *high fives*
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Maybe I’d believe it if you STOPPED MAKING ME LOSE THE GAME
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… @Anguished_One was that too much
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Maybe
maybe
having a job isn’t that bad
maybe
i still wanna start a revolution, though
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Hiya AngryFloor! (Don’t accept the cookie). nice to meet another Alaskan! @Wittles
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I begin laughing. All my work… It’s finally paid off. I continue laughing as I (TW) The chicken and I begin our perfectly choreographed dance number upon the extra dimensional 10 ft. Then, dipping the pen in the blood that still trickles from the eye socket of the second person, I begin to write all across the door. Crimson on pink. Words spread from my fingers without design or function. Stories, heartbreak, love and loss and death spread across this unexpected canvas. Behind it all is laughter. Wild laughter that can be neither contained nor controlled. It is as free and beautiful as song. It leaps from the heart to the air, and the chicken quivers at the ethereal harmonies that should be impossible. And so I keep writing.
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Good answers, good answers
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DO YOU HEAR THE PEOPLE SING SINGING THE SONG OF ANGRY MEN
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Too long… Corin sighed softly.
