*is currently lacking motivation*It's weird.
...
I'll get around to writing more eventually.
Probably not today.
Or maybe tomorrow, but some time.
EDIT;;
I lied. I got around to it today.
Yayyyyyy~
A True BloodlustAutumn leaves adorned the sidewalk. The sidewalk was like a frame, and the humans walking along it were the picture. Truly living artwork.A True Bloodlust
Hand in hand, Mithral walked with Alystar on the sidewalk. They were the painting on the canvas. The wind whispered to the leaves, and the leaves whispered back. Bushes trembled like they could hear the conversation and couldn't believe their ears. A scarf worn by Mithral gently blew in the wind. "Alystar," Her soft voice barely reached Alysar's ears. "What should we do?" Alystar turned his head to the inquiring girl. "What would you like to do?" he asked. His voice was
Neutral
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"Why is it that, as a culture, we are more comfortable with seeing two men holding guns than holding hands?" - Ernest Gaines
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"Tutte nel cor vi sento, furie del crudo averno, lunge a sì gran tormento amor, mercè, pietà. Chi mi rubò quel core, quel che tradito ha il mio, provi dal mio furore, vendetta e crudeltà"...
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"Why is it that, as a culture, we are more comfortable with seeing two men holding guns than holding hands?" - Ernest Gaines
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artichoke D:
You know what they say about Armeggeddon, children. It's only procrastinating.
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"Why is it that, as a culture, we are more comfortable with seeing two men holding guns than holding hands?" - Ernest Gaines
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artichoke D:
You know what they say about Armeggeddon, children. It's only procrastinating.
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