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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You'll have to wait and see until a later episode.
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She seemed like a good character. I'm definitely interested.
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Thanks. And I met a few cute boys.
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Lovely. Let me know when you're consumed.
Do they got the booty?
Why does this color selection suck so much? -
They did have the booty and it was marvelous.
I'm not sure. Go with tardis blue. -
Fantastic.
I tried to, but I've already maxed out the two I'm allowed. -
Absolutely.
i need to find a place in my life to say allons-y
oh i'm so sorry -
Say it whenever you like. It fits quite well in a lot of places.
Whatever. I'll live. -
but it means "let's go" and i can't just randomly say it
They're pretty comfortable, actually. -
Say it where it fits.
They don't look it. -
Uhhhh...
Have you felt 3D printer material? -
No.
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This is a comfortable kind.
Also, thoughts on Capaldi? -
Beautiful. I can't wait. The two I asked for are my two aliases.
He seems promising. What I've seen of his other works is awesome. He seems like a very interesting person and a great actor. -
From from, from fire, this is my blaze.
Keep building it up when it needs to fade,
and though I know it's the end of days
I'm still fighting you without shame.
Falling down, there's glory in hate.
The words you say are all so fake
and I've always said that I'm okay,
but I wonder if you heard me break.
Now watch me fall and hate the change.
It doesn't hurt but it's such a pain.
You know me well to spit and scream
and I'm just waiting for a
wait
Now the night is here, it breaks the calm.
It floods my lungs til it's all gone.
Like rigor mortis, cold as ice
and I am through with playing nice.
Push and pull, the tides, they crash.
Tired of lying, holding back.
Cage the beast and it still breathes.
Sits behind the bars and seethes.
I'm just getting started, building speed.
Monster drowning in the deceit.
Intangible, the words like lies.
Howls of pains and loud goodbyes
to everything I ever was
and do you think you've had enough?
Beloved child, the baby girl.
Just too precious for this world.
Pain-staking efforts made by god
to fix the world that starts to rot
because I'm just a angel struck.
Just a deity down on luck.
I don't even understand myself
so how could I expect you to go through this Hell?
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