He liked to swim.
He swam a lot.
Unfortunately he lost his pod.
That's the last we ever heard form Whalord.
30 sad quotesSad Quotes
~I don't run from you, I walk away slowly, and it kills me , 'cause you don't care enough to stop me.
~When you walk away, I count the steps that you take.
~"I love you" is eight letters long, but then again so is "bullshit".
~I wish I had saved all the tears you made me cry, so I could fucking drown you in them.
~Who do you turn to, when the only person in the world who can stop you from crying, is the one making you cry?
~I run in the rain, so that nobody can see my tears.
~Maybe when he broke my heart, he forgot I could feel.
~They say that loving you is my biggest mistake.
But how can it be wrong if it feels so right?
If I ever make a mistake,
It's not that I love you
It's thinking that someday you'll love me too.
~Giving up doesn't always mean you're weak, sometimes it just means that you're strong enough to let go.
~The saddest thing in the world, is loving someone who used to love you.
~Pain doesn't hurt when it's all you've ever felt.
~My heart was taken
acid trip.I stood holding back tears
like a guillotine against the wall,
praying that my heartbreak was a foreign language, that
this betrayal was a blade beneath my skin, invisible.
and in one moment I swear
I understood all the pain in the world.
I knew why I had let death roost
between my shoulder blades,
I knew why children grieved their tiny pets
and buried them in shoe boxes;
I understood mothers
leaving their children behind at parks,
I understood all those skinny boys smoking
and holding tight to women who cried,
I understood crowds with shaking hands
trying to breathe but forgetting
and trying to hit that high but missing
over and over and over again,
I understood why people lied,
fell out of love,
dyed their hair,
cut their skin,
hid their tears.
suddenly all this sadness that had been
around me all my life became real,
and I hated it,
I hated that it was real
so I cried for every single
lonely beaten person out there
and it still won't make a difference.
and he is a single drum beat,
Phineas and Ferb: Isabella's Foot Fetish!One day Phineas and Ferb were sitting outside, under the tree they always sitdown in, and when they were thinking on what they are going to do today, Isabella walked in their yard saying her catch-phrase "Watcha Doing" Phineas replied "Nothing much, we really don't know what we want to do today", as Phineas was still thinking on what to do today, he staired down on Isabella's feet and got a evil looking grin on his face
Phineas then said "I know what we are going to do today"
Phineas then write down what they need for what they are going to build to Ferb, then Ferb ran to the store, to buy the items
Isabella said , "So what are you guys making'
Phineas replied 'O those are things I made up, to make Ferb busy, come to my room Isabella, their is something I want to do to you, that you might enjoy
Isabella smiled as she followed Phineas to his room, Isabella then said, 'So what did you want to do to me;
Phineas said "Just sit down here on my bed, and let me remove those nice pink shoes yo
YOU CAN NOT STOP ME.You hit me.
You hate me.
You label me.
You judge me.
You reject me.
You blame me.
You laugh at me.
You criticise me.
You threaten me.
You try to guilt me.
You call me names.
You tell me I’m wrong.
You try to manipulate me.
You refuse to apologize to me.
You try to make me responsible.
But you can’t stop me from being me.
I Am A WriterI Am A Writer:
Gentlemen, today I speak to you
To convey an issue that has plagued the core of our community.
For so long have we been considered second-class;
To this day there are those who still believe that we are not artists.
But today is not about freedom, today is about honour,
Because there are many writers that still seek to shame us all...
I speak of those individuals, who take art from others.
Covers, photos, paintings, digital art, anime and manga.
It matters not where you draw your source from,
But every action impacts upon us as a community.
BECAUSE I AM A WRITER!
When I craft my works, when I write each and every line,
I paint using expression; metaphors are my colours.
The words are my brush and each and every rhyme is my medium.
I do not ask to be considered an artist, but I do ask to be considered.
BECAUSE I AM A WRITER!
For someone who practices his craft day and night,
Painstakingly learning how to use each and ever
Gravity Falls: The Gnomes tickle revengeOne day in the normal day of Gravity falls,Oregon the Gnomes were in the woods trying to think of a revenge plan, to make Mabel their queen. If you remembered last time, they try to disguise themselves as a teenage boy and Dipper thought he was a zombie. Later on the Gnomes revealed themselves and when Mabel refused to be their queen they kidnapped her forcing her to be their queen. Later Dipper got her back and then the Gnomes formed giant Gnome monster and chase them through out the woods. Eventually Dipper and Mabel defeated them and haven't been saw again...... YET!
So lets continue our story...
So The Gnomes have thought of many plans, but then Shmebulock thought of a plan to torture her, They decided to be a tickle torture on her until she gives up and decides to be their queen. In the middle of the day at like 4 PM, No one was in the Mystery Shack except for Stan, who is sleeping during work and Mabel who is playing with Waddles. She is playing with him outside throwing a frisb
Cuando los angeles caenEn un apartamento apartado cerca del centro de Chicago una chica de dorados cabellos lleva más de media hora metida en el baño inclinada frente al posamanos, observando el espejo.
Su novio, preocupado, toca la puerta.
-¿Fionna, estás bien?
No recibe respuesta.
-Fionna, abre la puerta.- Un leve "clic" se oye del otro lado.
Entra al baño y encuentra a su chica, o lo que quedaba de ella, con los ojos hinchados y las piernas ensangrentadas.
-Bebé, no, no, no...
Es en ese momento el chico de cabello negro comienza a llorar. Con ganas. Abraza a su novia por detrás y le besa el cuello.
-Basta, Marshall. Basta. ¡NO ME TOQUES!.- intenta alejarlo Fionna, manchándolo a él también con sangre.
Sin embargo, lo único que logra es que la abrace con mas intensidad.
-Joder, no te voy a soltar. ¿Por qué lo hiciste?
No obtiene respuesta. Solo un llanto cada vez mas fuerte.
holding hands in a hospital.he calls it "continental drift."
flat stones stacked
into mausoleums that will seal him in
his sleep shakes,
countries falling to rubble;
his sleep is
a creature seldom seen,
its face etched in
he hasn't smiled in ages
but I remember it
the way I remember
and my own name,
god, how could I forget
those eyes, creased,
this human being
alive and breathing and
in my arms,
in my arms,
I have the luck of a
just to say that I can hold him
in my arms
here we are,
his body, my mind
in a tango, both
unaware of the other's steps,
and his fingers are feathers,
he's unaware of it,
I'm an invisible dance
and every second's
a bomb tattooed
on tired eyelids
pretty soon I'm gonna
final exhaust or
abandoned moth cocoon,
and I will never remember
how that apartment looks
or the way my children's names
will drop from my tongue
dumb.i heard it first when i was four. the sentence—death sentence—what set me
to shaping silence in my space to prove you wrong, when you asked:
"don't you know how dumb you sound?"
even now i carry the muscle memory. my teeth touched, my lips bit,
my mouth shut. inside me i kept myself, sitting shivah while the gibberish got clogged up
where teachers and toothpicks dared not tread. because of course i hadn't known,
and of course i would learn nothing, come monday morning
with me all full of weekend words, the problem
just kept getting worse. you all laughed then—as you would laugh now
—and the cycle began again.
for that was the echo i was doomed to repeat, you see, i had a mouth on me
like an oil spill, a voice that bent me backwards on the good days
and broke me open on the bad. it was my fault, of course, that my words were wired all weird,
so illegible i had to cut the edges off my teeth for anyone to listen. the syllables
just flew right through