It in the Dark Ladies and gentlemen, I am not afraid of the dark, nor will I ever be. The idea of simply being scared of the absence of light seems a bit ridiculous to me, as it is nothing more terrifying than the presence of light. No readers, there is something much more terrifying than Dark, It is inside the Dark. You cannot see It. It sees you. It's glassy eyes always travel leisurely over your form and you can do nothing to stop It because you see nothing to lash out at. The mind tells you there's nothing to scream at, but your gut tightens into a more gnarled mess every second It stares back at you.It in the Dark by ~gaarafreakazoid
It's presence in the human's domain would be quit
Until that day I see it every dayUntil that day by ~gaarafreakazoid
I've heard it all before.
Mom accepts me, but doesn't let me show.
Daddy just stares and remains quiet still.
People sat that school is hell
Home's not a lot better.
My own sister shouting ''Gay!'' and "Dyke!''
It's hard to think
That she's the fist person I came out to.
Yet they apologize for their rude behavior
Say they accept me
Say that they don't care.
And life goes on.
Until the family reunion.
I make a comment,
I voice a simple thought.
The room goes silent
All eyes go to me.
My family hangs their heads
my aunts twitter nervously
as their husbands shuffle and mumble.
Grandparents turn their
Tango revamped Ch 1 TangoTango revamped Ch 1 by ~gaarafreakazoid
Part 1; Waltz.
This unusual story started with a brunette standing outside a studio. Icicle Dancing the plain wooden sign read. The man, Umino Iruka, smiled and the ponytail on the back of his head seemed to bob up a few inches. For years he wanted to dance professionally. Normally, he would have settled for any studio, but this was a once in a lifetime chance! These auditions were rare for people who were too old to join the beginner’s classes. They usually happened every five years or so. That and if he was accepted, they were willing to give him a membership that normally he definitely couldn’t afford. Iruka
Reflections Sasuke stared out at thin air while sitting in the room or Orochimaru's hideout he was staying in. His thoughts were wandering again. But no matter what he was preoccupied with oen person same to mind.Reflections by ~gaarafreakazoid
His blond hair, his blue eyes, tan skin, scarred cheeks. Even his obnoxious clothing. How had he changed? What is he doing?
Sasuke shook his head as if to physicly get those thoughts out of his head. He was gone. He had been left behind. Sasuke walked away from his best friend...with no regrets...right?
Sasuke sighed and rolled over on his bed, hugging himself. He whispered bitterly, "No regrets, huh?" Finally, he hefted himself up. Mi
Zeal 
Sta.sh
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Goin' 2 Suffragette City, brb.
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i have taken the fangirl pleadge....should i ever break it in my art or storys, i give you permission to slap me.
A recent poll shows that 10 out of 9 GENterns prefer The Pavi. I will love you forever if you get this joke. <3
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What hell cannot deal
Life cannot stain
What death cannot feel
Hell cannot tame
What heaven may hate
And mortals dispise
Theres no more debate
The strongest survives
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I went to Soar because of my frequent anxiety fits
You can call me!
913 780 0917
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What hell cannot deal
Life cannot stain
What death cannot feel
Hell cannot tame
What heaven may hate
And mortals dispise
Theres no more debate
The strongest survives
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My Japanese name is:
美智子 Michiko (beautiful wise child) 舞美 Maimi (beautiful dance)
RomeoXJuliet together forever!
"What light throu yonder window breaks? It is the east, and Juliet is the sun."
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