Twas a good year or so, then. Have fun!
Mac


SpringSpring here isn’t so much a season as it is a long and arduous transition period. The snow melts, the near-permanent overcast allows cracks of sunlight to slip through without incident, the days start lengthening again, the number of 50 or 60 degree days begin to outnumber the 30s, (though occasionally, due to a rather odd mix of climates, these will be right next to each other), and, after a short while, that smell gets in the air.Spring
Have you ever noticed the distinct smell and flavor of each season as it starts to sneak around the corner? How it could be a mild day in August, with all the trees still green and the eart


RosesSunlight sparkled through the bookshelves, reaching the owner where he sat and stared listlessly at pages. It had been raining for two weeks straight, and throughout that time, Jacob had felt uneasy. A sense of foreboding and fear hung over his head for days, the same tightness and anxiety that saturated the air before a thunderstorm, making him snap at his closest friends and retreat into his studies, even keeping his store closed and unplugging his phone. But this morning, it broke. He woke to a warm blue sky and an indescribable lightness. Only then did he realize how tense he had beenRoses


WallsThe walls never move. They stand there, surrounding her in all their clear white glory. A prison of sci-fi screens. Beyond is… white, perhaps. She’d known at one time, but can no longer remember. An endless field of white comforts her, at least the screens show color. But what if beyond her walls stretches beauty? Perhaps her prison is simply a lone white box in a field of flowers, cerulean sky above and zephyrs stirring the pollen in the cool sunshine of spring. She bites her lips to keep from crying. There is white beyond, nothing more. She woWalls
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All artists are buffoons: always baring their hearts and serving them up on a platter seeking the world's approval; utterly dependent on the whims of people's taste, always in danger of being made a laughing stock. ----Moliere by Sabina Berman.
-Dubee
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"Chaos, chance, and failure are the spice of life
Too little and life is glum, bland, and boring
Too much and life hurts and burns like fire
How do you take your soup?"
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Yaoi is infectious! and I caught it!! YAY!
Dance Zuko! Dance!
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Solid is the ice that was once unstable, salvation to the few that seek tranquility.
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They're not personalities. They're moods... with names...
Official :bap:-er of all those with self-esteem problems.
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They're not personalities. They're moods... with names...
Official :bap:-er of all those with self-esteem problems.
.....uhhhh...>>......gotta run!
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Yaoi is infectious! and I caught it!! YAY!
Dance Zuko! Dance!
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