OOKLA_the LIV

HELLO i am newer then you are!!!!!!! i think. you dont have the lil hand on ur pfp if you could live anywhere in the cosmere, WHERE??

that is intensely poetic in a funny sort of way wait you skipped an E

lol too the 1st thing er the 2nd

I run after you and take the sandwich using the distraction of my dog, screeching at you at the top of her doggy-lungs.

i am in freshman year. but everyone who goes to my school is crazy smart, so i take harder classes. I have been in two real lockdowns before. once a dude with a g-----un got in my school, and because i used to live in Utah, there was a cougar.

BWAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAH *sighs*

well you are wanting to go into engineering arent you? or did i make that up

yup. its giving me grey hairs.

chemical compositions of minerals. i have to memorize them, as well as Moh´s scale of hardness, cleavage vs fracture etc.

dragon dragon!!! dragon dragonnnn!!!!!! dragon dragoooooooon,,,,, dragon dragon!!!!! my science teacher is RAMBLING and i am gonna kms >:0 it really doesnt matter exactly how you fixed your car from rust 15 years ago.

i like to write poems. yeah. i am a nerd. but i like writing poems, SO I AM GOING TO SHARE THEM. feedback welcome. When you close your eyes, Colors get that much harder to see. When you plug your ears, Music is that much harder to hear. When you close your mind, Ideas are that much more ridiculous. I am safe, I am home, I am anything but alone. I feel alone. I have friends, I´m alive, I can do anything except thrive. Whats wrong inside? Once upon a time, there was a girl, missing a smile. yet she brought one everywhere she went, of pearl and diamond smiles. it was fake. she felt... fake. and they look at her, like they look at me, like, she´s beautiful... they dont know. when they look at her, why cant they see, are they scared of the unknown? cause I am. Do their homes feel like a home? cause mine... cant. i will add more soon.

i find myself woefully inept at this point. it mocks me with its blank, white expression. tearing out my will, and leaving me dryer then the material i must commit to memory. my graphite screeches in agony that i can empathize with, screaming in pain and suffering, Writing too shaky to read. a bead of sweat drops from my tired brow, As the dark depths of the sea, divine, call to my worn-out mind, whisper to my worn-out ear, and cry, for my worn-down heart. end it, i whisper. End it, i scream. Alas, I fall behind at the finale.

WELL THEY SUCK. YEAH. you´ll pull through. its not your fault and you are completly justified in being mad.

I stand in the middle of all of this shouting; LOOK LOOK IM A PHILOSIPHER!!!!!

this is a haiku I am wearing different shoes Oh, what should I do?

you have rhymed, and my answer was well-timed.

*shrugs* im being honest.

meh not my fav, but i dont like math in general

we´ll see. ha. this made me genuinly happy

HI i am newerish too if you could live anywhere in the cosmere, where??

¨OHHOOHO?????¨ HEHEHEHEHE!!!!!! HEHEHEHEHEHHEEEEEE!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!

*he hee* he he. hehe!!

he he heee... he he! *hehe hehe* he..... hehe?