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Desolation is when you absolutely desolate someone
Or destroy them
If changed into Desolator
It is a item in dota
Desolator is someone who desolates others
Our the desolation of smaug
» Posted By Alex On 05.29.2014 @ 5:50 pm
Once a person has seen the desolation inside their own mind…
» Posted By Alex On 05.29.2014 @ 11:43 am
The the voice I pine for.
The sweaty room I’m confined to in the summer.
“The night was sultry,” reads the famous first line.
» Posted By Alex On 05.28.2014 @ 11:15 am
She wanted to sound educated, and act like she could contribute to what was going on around her, but it wasn’t that simple. The deep-rooted desires in her mind had nothing to do with outreach, or any kind of intellectual contribution…instead they had everything to do with selfish, unproductive activities. She wanted to have money and not work for it. She wanted to travel and not document it. She wanted to be flawlessly beautiful, with no pretentious costume or face supporting her appearance.
» Posted By Alex On 05.27.2014 @ 7:21 am
A lie curls, climbs, constricts, kills. It coils around, then unravels every time.
» Posted By Alex On 05.22.2014 @ 2:32 pm
You can quit whenever you want. There is no such thing as indentured servitude in the United States. However the latitude of your character will be halted.
» Posted By Alex On 05.19.2014 @ 8:25 am
» Posted By Alex On 05.16.2014 @ 6:49 pm
The places I visit in my dreams are purple and green. They are rainy, and mountainous. There is always water somewhere, a stream, or a rocky coastal beach.
» Posted By Alex On 05.15.2014 @ 1:04 pm
It was getting worse. My netflix addiction was getting… severe.
» Posted By Alex On 05.14.2014 @ 12:29 pm
She came across an old house, it was dark, damp and weathered. She wandered inside to see if he was in there, she searched all over but she couldn’t find him. Then there it was, she saw it. The monster.
» Posted By Alex On 05.13.2014 @ 1:23 pm
I am wild. I want to be out in the wild, discover things no-one else has discovered before. And even if he / she has I discover it my way. I don’t care. In the wilderness you will find your destiny!
» Posted By Alex On 05.12.2014 @ 1:32 am
I looked up.
No. This wasn’t happening. It couldn’t.
I could barely see the light from down here.
Fuck my hands, my hands!
Blood streaked the rugged stone walls from where I had torn my fingernails out in a desperate attempt to climb.
» Posted By Alex On 05.10.2014 @ 11:50 am
And so it is that I sit on this roof and suck on this popsicle. It is a final departure from the tall grass of my youth, where once the world and sky were so high and far above my head. At last I can lift my head above the grass. At last I can breathe the air from a higher place.
» Posted By Alex On 05.09.2014 @ 11:58 am
Reverence is the epitome of my parents trying to teach me as a child. They said, “Tell us exactly what you need to be so silly for?” “Why are you being so loud right now?” “La la la la la la la la la la la la la la la la la la do dee do doo da.”
» Posted By Alex On 05.07.2014 @ 11:04 pm
I checked my watch. Again.
Fuck I was nervous. I couldnt’t stand flying. Can’t stand it all.
Ugh. I Could taste this morning’s bagel making it’s way back up at the back of my throat.
Airport food is the worst.
» Posted By Alex On 05.06.2014 @ 4:11 pm
OH the faces of an airport. On the walls, walking, in the sculptures, on screens and posters.
» Posted By Alex On 05.06.2014 @ 11:29 am
I couldn’t believe what I was seeing.
“What…what is that?” I managed to sputter out.
“I…I’m not sure.”
We looked on as it rose from the ocean, a mere thirty feet away from us.
It was absolutely colossal.
» Posted By Alex On 05.04.2014 @ 2:01 pm
Whenever I see a sprinkler I am reminded of a younger life, when we had water in guns, and lunchtime consisted of sandwiches and sliced apples in the yard. We would spray each other with the hose. Pieces of wet grass would stick to our bare feet. Oh the joy of wet feet.
» Posted By Alex On 05.02.2014 @ 2:28 pm
Rolling on the carpet. Babies light your heart on fire. Running across a moor on an overcast afternoon while the heather is dancing. The green could sing you to heaven. Once, oh sweet once, joyful, detached.
» Posted By Alex On 05.01.2014 @ 5:46 pm
Once a desolate scrap of skin is tossed into water, the jig is up. No philandering mate would scarcely sing a color his way.
» Posted By Alex On 04.30.2014 @ 1:20 pm
The wolf barks at loneliness, singing crybaby, crybaby! Come run with me, and the wind will brush your tears away.
Once you’ve stripped the cloth away, shed your coat of regret, we will sleep together, we females beneath the moon, liberated, without covering.
» Posted By Alex On 04.29.2014 @ 6:35 pm
“Can I have that one? Please? Pleeeeeaaaase???”
I looked at my daughter. She was absolutely trembling with excitement. Her smile was beaming as she pointed to the puppy.
“He’s so perfect!”
» Posted By Alex On 04.27.2014 @ 3:43 pm
Sophia gave her heartfelt goodbye as she exited the train. in her short time aboard she had grown fond of the bartender and some fellow passengers that shared their stories with her. but, Sophia knew she could not get attached as her impending mission imparted her with the notion that her sense of self was starting to be lost.
» Posted By Alex On 04.25.2014 @ 12:16 am
She knelt down and offered up the most heartfelt prayer.
“Please God,” she whispered, her words like boulders falling out of her, “please please…let me be a mother.”
She was both elated and surprised by the longing. As a child, teenager, young adult, she had never wanted it, even felt she didn’t want what was now kneeling to ask for. In her soul, now, there was a shift. She knew she could do this one thing well, because when it came to loving and encouraging the people around her, there was nothing she was better at.
» Posted By Alex On 04.24.2014 @ 5:57 pm
No longer withered. No more gray skies. It’s a beautiful life. Gratitude makes the colors brighter, and the wind suddenly smells fresher<3
» Posted By Alex On 04.15.2014 @ 2:34 pm
He crouches until your eyes are level, your violet irises gazing hesitantly but determinedly into his own empty, void-black ones. His eyes show nothing, show his lack of empathy, lack of anything that has to do with people like you. He never really did care, and you never did, either.
“You needed me,” he hisses.
“I don’t need anything from you,” you reply, spitting into his face and rising to your feet. You don’t need anything from anyone. You are strong. You are a universe. You are stardust.
» Posted By Alex On 04.14.2014 @ 5:15 pm
NOT ON THE RIGHT LEVEL! Basic level, below it, bottom feeder, childlike, base,
Only one more one more one more.
» Posted By Alex On 04.14.2014 @ 1:55 pm
Zir movements were slow, breathing labored, feet dragging. Ze didn’t think zir head was actually functioning, or at least, it wouldn’t be for much longer. Whatever that syringe contained must have been the cause. It couldn’t be anything else, ze thought, falling to zir knees. Ze didn’t get to say goodbye to zir family, nor zir friends. Was this life worth it at all, really, with an end like this?
“What do you think ze’s dreaming about?” a nurse murmured, gazing down at the comatose patient with soft, thoughtful eyes.
» Posted By Alex On 04.13.2014 @ 11:30 am
The opposite of calculatory. You know how they say opposites attract? I’ve never really agreed with that idea. I’ve always thought people with similar interests attract each other.
Yet, I’m analytical and he’s calculatory. How does that work?
» Posted By Alex On 04.12.2014 @ 2:35 pm
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My great grandfather wrote in his book that those with upside-down v’s as their m and n handwriting curves while writing cursive show that you are an analytical thinker. If they are round, you are a builder thinker. If they’re more like v’s than anything, you are an intuitive thinker. Handwriting shows a lot about one’s mind, really, and are all based on unarguable logic.
» Posted By Alex On 04.12.2014 @ 12:49 pm