My turn to make my very own thread.
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Thread Topic: My turn to make my very own thread.
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Yes, Tiye?
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behehe
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This is no laughing matter. :I I'm more irritated to see how far off all of their personalities were. I think all of my characters have been nothing more than slightly modified versions of myself for a long time. I'm really glad I've been getting them back on track.
BUT REALLY I WAS ONE OF THOSE
I TALKED LIKE I THOUGHT I COULD HURT SOMEONE THROUGH THE COMPUTER AND OH MY CASTIEL -
yes you did
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why didn't you stop me I was despicable ;~;
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Dani_Is_Me NewbieHi. :)
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Hello again. .3.
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Yay.
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I remember my posts from four years ago!
Oh the laconophilia and the Stalinism. f--- the Stalinism. -
"I don't like abbreviated swear words"
I actually said that, I fear the newby me D: -
The s--- I said..oh god.
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I need to go back to how I was before. I just want to float.
I want to worry about my "Drink Me". I want to live out the reasons I'm alive and make them my entire being. I want someone to stay with me, not just online, I want to hold a hand and feel like I can breathe. My life is fiction, just leading up to the real deal, I want to find someone dear to me and keep them safe for eternity. I want to hold their hand and know the exact feel of the stitches along the palms of their hands. I want to memorize the beat of their pulse, count it out under my breath like a prayer, like reassurance. I want to know the exact shape of their spine, have it carved into my arms like we were meant to hold on to each other. I want to trace the raised lines of their handwriting and appreciate each expression of self inside it and tell them how beautiful it looks, I don't give a damn if I can't read it. I want to lay beside them in bed, hold onto them as if they were my dearest possession, sing lullabies and whisper poetry about their beauty into their ears. I want to stare at the ceiling for hours on end, just listening to their breathing and feeling secure in it. I want them to sing with me. I want them to know every word or else make them up as they go because love should mean singing together. I want them to write our story with me. I want to be together in every way and I want to travel the world and bring my home with me inside their smile and I want to see every sight there is to see, experience every adventure and every possible emotion, taste every food there is and I want them to do this with me. I want to have their laugh echoing through my brain at every moment until I could pick them out from a roaring crowd by a chuckle. I want their life etched into my bones. I want to feel their pains, take them upon myself so they'll never have to hurt. I want them to look at me and think not of how lucky they are but of how perfectly we stand on level ground together, how our footprints match up exactly even though our gates and our shoes are entirely different, I want them to miss me when I'm away but understand that I'll never stay that way for long. I want to feel loved and to give my love to someone. I want our arguments to be in the shades of fire, fiery hot but quickly fading and leaving nothing but a glowing warmth, not in black and white or black and blue. I want us to eat, to cook together, to know exactly how much pepper the other likes and to feel right down to the second how well-done the other likes their meat, I want to know the taste buds on their tongues like stars speckling an endless night that I'll constantly explore until I've named each one and know precisely how to entice it. I want to feel warm enfolded in their arms or walking shoulder to shoulder with them, not wondering whether or not this will be the day they get tired and leave me alone. I want to take pictures and live in them on the days where it's far too cold to go outside. I want to run around like children with no heed paid to our ages and I want people to question our sanity. I want to argue for, defend each other, I want to fight off their enemies with words and knives and feel they'd do the same for me any day. I want to share the scars that go down far beneath my skin where no one sees and I want them to tell me it's alright to be sad even if it sometimes inconveniences them, and I want to keep them warm under blankets and hide from the rain some nights, run out and play in it others. I want to read aloud for them and watch their eyes move behind closed eyelids while their brain paints the picture for them. I want to count the eyelashes and know when they flutter too much. I want to know their skin tone by code, to see when they're too pale, to draw murals over their arms and legs and shoulders in Sharpie and to hold on to them when they're face turns red. I want to balter around hotel rooms with them, dance to a track no one else plays anymore, I want us to have a million songs, not just one single "our song". I want them to care when I cry, the way I'd cry with them if they ever did. I want them to see when I'm lying again, to tell me so, to never tell me what I want to hear but what they truly believe because sugar coating only ever delays a fallout and I want them to know that, and to be truthful. I want there to be not static, but lightning, like we could spend months apart and still want nothing more than to cling to one another and I want find someone that can be everything, because it's become quite obvious that I'll never be able to live with myself alone. -
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jesus f--- I'm a mess -
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Yep.
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