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summer evening chillout beautiful smell
» Posted By felix On 07.19.2016 @ 5:28 am
It had been many years since he’d come to the Institute, taken in by Tobias at a low time in his life. He’d been living in Greece for more than ten years, and still, he felt like an outsider, a stranger in a foreign land, and all those displacement cliches. Still, it was a home of some kind, even though he and it did not quite fit.
» Posted By Felix On 08.01.2015 @ 4:08 pm
Je ne sais pas ce que c’est, elle m’abandonne un peu plus à tous les jours. Elle ne me sert à rien ici, où j’en suis.
» Posted By Felix On 09.21.2014 @ 9:05 pm
it’s an illnes and you can even die because of it!! it is relacionated with the heart and the fault of oxygen
» Posted By felix On 04.24.2014 @ 11:48 am
Once he was gone, Delaney crawled into the corner of her room and curled her knees up to her chest. Slowly, hard, heavy sobs worked their way out of her, but she covered her mouth to hold them in. She had to have done something wrong. She was being punished for something. She looked up as tears rolled down over her fingers and thought, ‘What did I do to deserve this?”
» Posted By Felix On 04.07.2013 @ 3:46 pm
“You’re such a fucking–how does anyone STAND you?”
“Just answer the fucking question, Jan!”
Shit. He’d stalled enough for her, apparently, but he had no idea what to tell her.
He ran a hand through his hair, looking at the ground.
“It’s pathetic. It’s pathetic and you’ll hate me.”
Frankly, it was amazing she didn’t already.
» Posted By Felix On 02.22.2013 @ 6:33 pm
“You are les fn than a barrel without any monkeys.”
“I think you got phrase that just a tad wrong.”
“No, I got it just right, because your fun-level when equated with monkeys in barrels is zero, Tobes. ZERO.”
“I’m very sorry. I’ll buy a monkey. Will that help?”
“Maybe, Tobes. Just maybe.”
» Posted By Felix On 01.01.2013 @ 12:45 pm
Wir sind eine Kultur von Vernichtern, die es sich zur Aufgabe gemacht haben, alls lebendinge in totes zu verwandeln.
wenn wir nicht mehr an die liebe glaube, dann finden wir sicherlich den weg zur hölle allein – niemand muss ihn uns weisen, wir weisen uns selbst ein.
es ist ein traum, was in 60 sekunden alles kaputt gehen kann.
» Posted By Felix On 10.17.2012 @ 10:56 am
surrounded as one might be within the mist
an unappealing shade of white in every direction
upon the walls
no matter where I look
there is nothing I can see
that looks better within my sight
» Posted By Felix On 10.04.2012 @ 5:27 pm
omg I CAN DO MORE THAN ONE PER DAY??? YESSS
Jon was not one to dwell on the past, but when he thought, /really/ thought, life before Jay sucked. He’d lived alone, stayed alone, done just about everything alone, but now, there was someone he could share things with. A kindred spirit to smile and go along with whatever he was babbling about, and who actually /understood/ what he was babbling about. Jeeze, was he in love with her or what?
» Posted By Felix On 09.24.2012 @ 6:43 pm
Things had been different before Astor came. Life had been boring and a drudge, and there was no real life to be had. But then, suddenly, there was this energy where there had been none, and Tobias found himself really enjoying things for the first time. When you were immortal, you learned to cherish firsts. There are only so many to be had.
» Posted By Felix On 09.24.2012 @ 6:38 pm
before there was a time
there was an era
in which the times were unparalleled
and the fruits were both organic and sumptuous
those were some time to be cherished
but they are no more
there is only dust
there is only the remains of many tons of
» Posted By Felix On 09.24.2012 @ 12:19 pm
CRAH TOTAL STUNT AND THEN I DID A BARREL ROLL AND CRAHH STUNT!!! AND THEN THE CRASH AND THEN IT WAS ALL CRAH!!!!! AND STUNT!!!!! AND THEN LEAP THROUGH THE WINDOW AND SMASH AND CRAH AND SOOOOO STUNT TOTALLY CRAH STUNT!!!!!! AND THEN WITH THE CRAH AND THE JUMP AND THE FIGHTING AND CRAH!!!
» Posted By felix On 05.26.2012 @ 12:47 pm
Sweat is the sweetest revenge on all those years you spent thinking you were not worth a dime. All those years you thought the only thing you could do was to be stoned all day…
» Posted By Felix On 03.04.2012 @ 10:02 am
It rolled, trembled, and made my heart stop dead. It clapped as if an angry god was sarcastically applauding our failures. Our transgressions. Or perhaps just mine…
» Posted By Felix On 12.19.2011 @ 6:21 pm
i have a belief that there is no god, that the world is entirely devoid of meaning, and i think that is okay, good even, we are here because we are here, no more, no less.
» Posted By felix On 06.18.2011 @ 1:43 pm
the station was filled with bustling passengers. there were moms lugging their gaggles of snotty children to their great aunt who would undoubtedly stuff them with cake until they were jumping of the walls. there were serious business men in dark grey suits, who recently got divorced because their wife found they were sleeping with the secretary. and me, in the corner watching.
» Posted By felix On 06.14.2011 @ 4:18 pm
the station played some bulshit country music and she hummed along, but then she stopped herself. she had been stuck in this god damned place too long, she shouldnt know the words to this shit. she needed to run away.
» Posted By felix On 06.14.2011 @ 4:05 pm
I keep forgetting how to speak around you. I keep forgetting where my voice has gone. I wonder if you’ve noticed, that I keep forgetting myself. All I remember is you.
» Posted By Felix On 06.07.2011 @ 3:56 pm
Subtle or corse.
Lengthy or short.
They are masculine.
They are intense.
They are sideburns.
» Posted By Felix On 05.29.2011 @ 9:39 pm
I had plans.
I had all sort of plans.
None of which turned out like I hoped they would.
There was a time, I remember, when everything was possible to me. All the best things, I knew I’d have them someday. Where is that time?
» Posted By Félix On 04.03.2011 @ 1:57 pm
The lybrary of thoughts is in everybody’s mind, we just have to keep looking for it. My lybrary is yours now.
» Posted By Felix On 12.31.2010 @ 4:21 pm
but the phrase “beloved by all” is often tossed around, i remember it from the itchy and scratchy land simpsons episode, “except for when he made his controversial cartoon, Nazi Supermen are our superiors.” but can one really be beloved by all? I don’t think it’s possible. Can one love all? perhaps, perhaps.
» Posted By Felix On 03.28.2009 @ 6:15 am
once upon a time there was a man with a god made full of joy and happiness. i wonder how that dog fdelt he must’ve not been happy about being a dog and not a human i would’ve been pretty sad about it. so yea football time goes by im so happy i can play again and then there’s the dinner tonight i wonder if dogs will ever play? that would be pretty cool but like i wouldnt like to hurt em
» Posted By felix On 09.09.2009 @ 3:26 am
under the house where the games are played. a coppola decided against his ancestory and renames himself after his favourite mortal kombat character. his success soared considerably.
» Posted By felix On 08.28.2009 @ 1:35 am
Well, shallowness is all about people being all like “OH MY GOSH UGLY PEOPLE CAN’T BE COOL” and that’s really bad because ugly people CAN be cool. I am not one of those people. Well, I AM an ugly person, but I’m not one of the ugly people who can be cool. I don’t like this idea. I thought I did like this website idea but upon taking part in it, I am now regretting this.
» Posted By Felix On 07.29.2009 @ 5:00 pm
so soft, so soft, wrap me up, smother me in your comforting embrace.
This is were we love, us lovers, our place of love.
» Posted By Felix On 05.21.2008 @ 3:02 am
Makes flexible possible and stand out.
» Posted By Felix On 07.02.2008 @ 10:12 am
scent of the flower sometimes smells good but also at the same time it’s a bad thing for a person like me because I have an allergy toward pollen and such and I hate the allergy so much even though I want to be able to smell those scents of red roses, so invitingly aromatic and such.
» Posted By felix On 01.01.1970 @ 12:00 am
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I can see through you , there’s nothing there but the wall behind you. Nothing but a glassy sheen that begs to have color. Nothing but raw desire, empty.
» Posted By Felix On 11.29.2009 @ 9:08 pm