Your WordsStop. Look. Listen.Your words of malice, they guy me from the inside out.Feel. See. Smell.This destruction you've brought upon me, it makes me writhe with agony.Watch. Smile. Laugh.I reach out for the small bundle of hope dangling in front of me. It's too far.Pain. Tears. Silence.Red is the new black. It's the color of blood. Blood is life. Life is so fragile. Life is...Fear. Hate. Violence.Everything and anything within itself. We are not much different, you and I.Heartache. Distrust. Anger.You continue to drag me down, to strip me of my former self. But I have something you don't.Hope.
.: Life Owner Virus Is Fake :: READ NOW!!!!!! :.I just did some research, and I just read information about the "Life is Beautiful" Hoax and the "Life Owner" Hoax. The "Life is Beautiful" Hoax started in 2002, and it was one of the most successful hoaxes. Subsequently, the "Life Owner Virus" Hoax is the same as the "Life is Beautiful Virus" Hoax. The Life is Beautiful Virus was an email sent to people with an attachment of a PowerPoint. People said that if you opened the email, then a pop-up would pop-up saying, "It is too late now, your life is no longer beautiful," thus creating a virus that would destroy everything on your computer. They also said that no Anti-Virus could destroy it, for it was too powerful. IT'S ALL FAKE!!!!!!Here, let me post you an analysis that I got from this link: http://www.hoax-slayer.com/life-is-beautiful-virus-hoax.htmlThis "warning" claims that a very destructive virus disguised as a Power Point Presentation called "Life is beautiful" is currently being distributed via email. However, t
Gelotophobia-AmericaAlfred F. Jones, personification of America. One of the strongest countries in the world. A "superpower" as some would say. Quite possibly the only person out of the Allies that would take time out of their day to help someone. He can't even count how many times he dropped everything he was doing to help Arthur or Matthew out when they need help which is mostly all the time.Yet, he treated the exact opposite by everyone else. He dreads going to those meetings. It never turns out nice for him. All he ends up doing is going home and venting out his fustrations on his video games. It is also the reason why he eats a lot. Though he regrets it because the reaction that comes from him doing so is his biggest fear. He hates it. Oh how he hates it so.Still, even when it happens, he manages to keep the smile that hides his feelings to ev
Atomosophobia-JapanHonda Kiku, personification of Japan.Has the same nightmare each night. The nightmare is based on a day that happened, many years ago. A day he will never forget, for it affected him so deeply. It was 1945, the last year of the war. All the countries are going at it. Germany, Japan, and Italy, fighting the allied powers with all they got. Japan going after America personally. It was Japan who blew up Pearl Harbor. Did he want to do it? No. It was war, that was necessary.Though America did something to Japan that will scar him forever. It was August when it happened. It was August when America dropped an atomic bomb on Hiroshima and Nagasaki.
Mlp Commissions ?? /closedthese are closed until further noticewas debating on doing them or not but yolosOlets see here.normal pony things male or female are 20 points ; can be multiple ponies bUT each additional pony is 5 pointsex. slight shading is 30ex. complex shading is 40ex. customs are 40 can be any kind of pony BUT it cannot be a closed species because thats not cool unuex. for a more complex design itll be about 60 though ;;ex. CUSTOM INFO.genderracethemecolorsBASIC STUFF YOU WANT ON IT.miscyeah hmm open spots will beeefor the normal pony of any shading style18.104.22.168.customs22.214.171.124.
Athazagoraphobia-CanadaMatthew Williams, personification of Canada. The forgotten country. Everyday in the meetings, he sits in the same exact seat, all the way in the back with his pet polar bear and keeps that fake smile plastered on his face. Everyday in the meetings he tries to give his idea but,alas, all that comes out is an inaudible squeak and not one of them can hear it. Always tries his hardest to be noticed, only to have his plans be shot down by his brother or any of the others. Matthew's fear is his everyday life.He tries, oh how he tries to make everyone see that he is here and not some ghost that floats around the meeting room. He tries to differentiate him and his brother but, what's the use? They call him Alfred anyway,they even beat him up because of it. Why? Why him? Matthew W
Insanity (Murderous!reader x Sober!Gamzee)The unneeded meaning of start and endTo the disappearance of this soulWho remembers characters?From the window of madness, goodbye Slicing through one of my wrist i laughed crazily watching the (color) blood drip down my hand, pooling on the floor around me. It felt so fucking amazing, the pain, the wetness, the release. The voices were right this was the best thing ever, laughing again I dragged the sharp knife up my leg.'why not do this, it feels great and nobody cares, they never will...why not just end myself now I'm not worth it?' I thought pulling the blade back up my thin thy.'don`t do that (name),if you do that you wont be able to show the world why not to mess with you,your family, your love life. Just kill them (name) show them who they need to listen to, kill them all!' The voices yelled eerily in sync.I nodded yes, they
ForgottenAfter Pitch's defeat, Jack wonders what happened to him. Unable to contain his curiosity any longer, he returns to the Boogeyman's lair to search for him.Some people say that, if you venture far enough into the forest, you may come across an old wooden bed frame. Under the frame, there's a hole. It's said that down that hole, lives a centuries old creature that fed on fear. At least, that's what people used to say before. Now, they dismiss the bed frame simply as a piece of abandoned furniture that covered the hole so no one would fall in. No one believed in those silly old stories about the Boogeyman anymore. They had forgotten all about him.There, next to the hole, stood Jack Frost, the winter spirit and guardian of fun. He frowned as he leaned over to the edge, remembering the first time he had gone down there. It hadn't been a pleasant expierence, and neither had the consequences. But, for some reason, he didn't regret it.His thoughts returned to the day they had defeated Pitch