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tears fall to the ground, i'll just let them d r o w n
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Nov 9, 2015 5:44:12 GMT -5 |
Post by Mihai C. Eliade on Nov 9, 2015 5:44:12 GMT -5
My apologies, dear, for all my mistakes A garden gate stood wide open. The mourning-coach drove on deeper into the ravine, or into the darkness that seemed like one. Nachtigall must, therefore, have got out. Fridolin quickly sprang out of the cab and told the driver to wait for him up at the turn, no matter how late he might be. To make sure of him, he paid him well in advance and promised him a large sum for the return trip. The other carriages drove up and Fridolin saw the veiled figure of a woman step out of the first. Then he turned into the garden and put on his mask. A narrow path, lighted up by a lamp from the house, led to the entrance. Doors opened before him, and he found himself in a narrow, white vestibule. He could hear an organ playing, and two servants in dark livery, their faces covered by gray masks, stood on each side of him. Two voices whispered in unison: "Password?" He replied: "Denmark." One of them took his fur coat and disappeared with it into an adjoining room, while the other opened a door. Fridolin entered a dimly lighted room with high ceilings, hung on all sides with black silk. Sixteen to twenty people masked and dressed as monks and nuns were walking up and down. The gently swelling strains of Italian church music came from above. A small group, composed of three nuns and two monks, stood in a corner of the room. They watched him for a second, but turned away again at once, almost deliberately. Fridolin, noticing that he was the only one who wore a hat, took his off and walked up and down as nonchalantly as possible. A monk brushed against him and nodded a greeting, but from behind the mask Fridolin encountered a searching and penetrating glance. A strange, heavy perfume, as of Southern gardens, scented the room. Again an arm brushed against him, but this time it was that of a nun. Like all the others she had a black veil over her face, head and neck, a blood-red mouth glowed under the black laces of the mask. Where am I? thought Fridolin. Among lunatics? Or conspirators? Is this a meeting of some religious sect? Can it be that Nachtigall was ordered or paid to bring along some stranger to be the target of their jokes? But everything seemed too serious, too intense, too uncanny for a masquerade prank. A woman's voice joined the strains of the organ and an Old. Italian sacred aria resounded through the room. They all stood still and listened and Fridolin surrendered himself for a moment to the wondrously swelling melody. A soft voice suddenly whispered from behind: "Don't turn around. There's still a chance for you to get away. You don't belong here. If it's discovered it will go hard with you." ✣ tags: @stephanie word count: xxx notes: I drew on elements of your current template and modified it a little, so let me know if that's okay or if you'd prefer something much different. Of course if there are any other changes you need, I can make those too! by worldie for steph
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Nov 9, 2015 7:05:49 GMT -5 |
Post by Deleted on Nov 9, 2015 7:05:49 GMT -5
It's absolutely lovely and it speaks Roderich so much. Thank you! casually slips in a request for Sey''s post template I imagine it would work with either blue, pink or read, whichever you want. If you want to read her app I'll send it to you so that you'll have some to work off with her personality and history
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Post by Lovino Vargas on Nov 9, 2015 8:47:46 GMT -5
I think Lovi is ready for a new posting template; can I request one here? <3
And if you can, while you're at it, can you make one for Nico as well so he can have one ready when it's time to play him?
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tears fall to the ground, i'll just let them d r o w n
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Nov 13, 2015 13:15:04 GMT -5 |
Post by Mihai C. Eliade on Nov 13, 2015 13:15:04 GMT -5
all I need is the love you breathe put your lips on me and I can live UNDERWATER Far out in the ocean, where the water is as blue as the prettiest cornflower, and as clear as crystal, it is very, very deep; so deep, indeed, that no cable could fathom it: many church steeples, piled one upon another, would not reach from the ground beneath to the surface of the water above. There dwell the Sea King and his subjects. We must not imagine that there is nothing at the bottom of the sea but bare yellow sand. No, indeed; the most singular flowers and plants grow there; the leaves and stems of which are so pliant, that the slightest agitation of the water causes them to stir as if they had life. Fishes, both large and small, glide between the branches, as birds fly among the trees here upon land. In the deepest spot of all, stands the castle of the Sea King. Its walls are built of coral, and the long, gothic windows are of the clearest amber. The roof is formed of shells, that open and close as the water flows over them. Their appearance is very beautiful, for in each lies a glittering pearl, which would be fit for the diadem of a queen. The Sea King had been a widower for many years, and his aged mother kept house for him. She was a very wise woman, and exceedingly proud of her high birth; on that account she wore twelve oysters on her tail; while others, also of high rank, were only allowed to wear six. She was, however, deserving of very great praise, especially for her care of the little sea-princesses, her grand-daughters. They were six beautiful children; but the youngest was the prettiest of them all; her skin was as clear and delicate as a rose-leaf, and her eyes as blue as the deepest sea; but, like all the others, she had no feet, and her body ended in a fish’s tail. All day long they played in the great halls of the castle, or among the living flowers that grew out of the walls. tags: @stephanie word count: xxx notes: I hope this works! by worldie for steph
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Post by Deleted on Nov 13, 2015 14:10:46 GMT -5
Goodness it's so beautiful. All of your work is! >.<
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Nov 13, 2015 15:02:34 GMT -5 |
Post by Mihai C. Eliade on Nov 13, 2015 15:02:34 GMT -5
touch me, it's so easy to leave me all alone with the memory | word count: xxx notes: text text text |
In the beginning there was no enmity between the cat and dog, and they lived on friendly terms together and served their master (Adam) faithfully, each one doing its own work. But as you know, it is very much better to have a written agreement at the beginning than to have a row afterwards, so they decided to draw up an agreement defining the work which each had to do, and decided that the dog was to do the work outside the house, and the cat the work inside. For greater safety the dog agreed that the cat should take care of the agreement, and the cat put it in the loft. After a time, the devil, who could not allow peace to last for a long time, must needs set the dog up against the cat; so one day the dog remarked to the cat that he was not fairly treated. He did not see why he should have all the trouble outside the house, to watch for thieves and protect the house and suffer from cold and rain, and only have scraps and bones for food, and sometimes nothing at all, whilst the cat had all the comfort, purring and enjoying herself, and living near the hearth in warmth and safety. The cat said, "An agreement is an agreement." The dog replied, "Let me see that agreement." The cat went quickly up the loft to fetch the agreement, but the agreement, which had been a little greasy, had been nibbled by the mice who were living in the loft, and they went on nibbling away until nothing was left of it but a heap of paper fluff, and as it was as soft as down the mice made their home of it. When the cat came up and saw what the mice had done, her fury knew no bounds. She pursued them madly, killing as many as she could seize, and running after the others with the intent of catching them. When she came down the dog asked her for the agreement, and as the cat had not brought it, the dog, taking hold of her, shook her until he got tired of shaking her. Since that time, whenever a dog meets a cat he asks her for the agreement, and as she cannot show it to him he goes for her. And the cat, knowing what the mice had done to her, runs after them when she sees them. by worldie for puchi [div align="center"][div style="width:370px;"][div style="width:350px;font-family:times new roman;font-size:18px;font-style:italic;text-align:left;line-height:60%;color:#c7c7c7;"]touch me, it's so easy to leave me all alone with the memory[/div][div style="border:solid 5px #0D4F2C;padding:5px;margin-top:5px;"][div style="border:double 5px #fff;padding:3px;"][div style="border:solid 3px #73181F;padding:5px;font-family:verdana;font-size:10px;color:#C7C7C7;text-align:justify;"][table style="height:110px;"][tbody][tr][td][div style="height:100px;width:100px;float:left;border-radius:60px 60px 60px 60px;background-image:url(http://i.imgur.com/pdm1UEf.png);border:dotted 5px #fff;"][/div][/td][td style="width:250px;vertical-align:middle;"][div style="font-family:times new roman;font-size:12px;color:#c7c7c7;font-weight:bold;text-align:left;padding:2px;border-bottom:solid 2px #0D4F2C;"]tags: @tomato[/div][div style="border-bottom:solid 2px #fff;font-family:times new roman;font-size:12px;color:#c7c7c7;font-weight:bold;text-align:left;margin-top:3px;padding:2px;"]word count: xxx[/div][div style="border-bottom:solid 2px #73181F;font-family:times new roman;font-size:12px;color:#c7c7c7;font-weight:bold;text-align:left;margin-top:3px;padding:2px;"]notes: text text text[/div][/td][/tr][/tbody][/table]In the beginning there was no enmity between the cat and dog, and they lived on friendly terms together and served their master (Adam) faithfully, each one doing its own work.
But as you know, it is very much better to have a written agreement at the beginning than to have a row afterwards, so they decided to draw up an agreement defining the work which each had to do, and decided that the dog was to do the work outside the house, and the cat the work inside. For greater safety the dog agreed that the cat should take care of the agreement, and the cat put it in the loft.
After a time, the devil, who could not allow peace to last for a long time, must needs set the dog up against the cat; so one day the dog remarked to the cat that he was not fairly treated. He did not see why he should have all the trouble outside the house, to watch for thieves and protect the house and suffer from cold and rain, and only have scraps and bones for food, and sometimes nothing at all, whilst the cat had all the comfort, purring and enjoying herself, and living near the hearth in warmth and safety.
The cat said, "An agreement is an agreement."
The dog replied, "Let me see that agreement."
The cat went quickly up the loft to fetch the agreement, but the agreement, which had been a little greasy, had been nibbled by the mice who were living in the loft, and they went on nibbling away until nothing was left of it but a heap of paper fluff, and as it was as soft as down the mice made their home of it.
When the cat came up and saw what the mice had done, her fury knew no bounds. She pursued them madly, killing as many as she could seize, and running after the others with the intent of catching them.
When she came down the dog asked her for the agreement, and as the cat had not brought it, the dog, taking hold of her, shook her until he got tired of shaking her.
Since that time, whenever a dog meets a cat he asks her for the agreement, and as she cannot show it to him he goes for her. And the cat, knowing what the mice had done to her, runs after them when she sees them.[/div][/div][/div][/div][div style="font-size:8px;"]by worldie for puchi[/div][/div]
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Nov 14, 2015 14:24:05 GMT -5 |
Post by Mihai C. Eliade on Nov 14, 2015 14:24:05 GMT -5
Come little children, I'll take thee away, Into a land of enchantment... xxx And here's one for Nico! Vor einem großen Walde wohnte ein armer Holzhacker mit seiner Frau und seinen zwei Kindern; das Bübchen hieß Hänsel und das Mädchen Gretel. Er hatte wenig zu beißen und zu brechen, und einmal, als große Teuerung ins Land kam, konnte er auch das täglich Brot nicht mehr schaffen. Wie er sich nun Abends im Bett Gedanken machte und sich vor Sorgen herum wälzte, seufzte er und sprach zu seiner Frau 'was soll aus uns werden? wie können wir unsere armen Kinder ernähren, da wir für uns selbst nichts mehr haben?' 'Weißt du was, Mann,' antwortete die Frau, 'wir wollen Morgen in aller Frühe die Kinder hinaus in den Wald führen, wo er am dicksten ist: da machen wir ihnen ein Feuer an und geben jedem noch ein Stückchen Brot, dann gehen wir an unsere Arbeit und lassen sie allein. Sie finden den Weg nicht wieder nach Haus und wir sind sie los.' 'Nein, Frau,' sagte der Mann, 'das thue ich nicht; wie sollt ichs übers Herz bringen meine Kinder im Walde allein zu lassen, die wilden Thiere würden bald kommen und sie zerreißen.' 'O du Narr,' sagte sie, 'dann müssen wir alle viere Hungers sterben, du kannst nur die Bretter für die Särge hobelen,' und ließ ihm keine Ruhe bis er einwilligte. 'Aber die armen Kinder dauern mich doch' sagte der Mann.
Die zwei Kinder hatten vor Hunger auch nicht einschlafen können und hatten gehört was die Stiefmutter zum Vater gesagt hatte. Grethel weinte bittere Thränen und sprach zu Hansel 'nun ists um uns geschehen.' 'Still, Grethel,' sprach Hänsel, 'gräme dich nicht, ich will uns schon helfen.' Und als die Alten eingeschlafen waren, stand er auf, zog sein Röcklein an, machte die Unterthüre auf und schlich sich hinaus. Da schien der Mond ganz helle, und die weißen Kieselsteine, die vor dem Haus lagen, glänzten wie lauter Batzen. Hänsel bückte sich und steckte so viel in sein Rocktäschlein, als nur hinein wollten. Dann gieng er wieder zurück, sprach zu Grethel 'sei getrost, liebes Schwesterchen und schlaf nur ruhig ein, Gott wird uns nicht verlassen,' und legte sich wieder in sein Bett. by worldie for puchi [div align="center"][div style="width:400px;background-color:#ADD2DE;margin-top:25px;padding:15px 0px 20px 0px;border-radius:10px;"][div style="width:100px;height:100px;border-radius:60px 60px 60px 60px;border:solid 10px #FFFABF;float:left;margin-top:-40px;margin-left:-45px;background-image:url(http://38.media.tumblr.com/tumblr_m8x5hoIZT71r1xhbr.png);"][/div][div style="font-family:times new roman;font-style:italic;font-size:18px;color:#fff;line-height:70%;text-align:left;padding-left:80px;padding-bottom:10px;border-bottom:dotted 5px #FFFABF;"]Come little children, I'll take thee away, Into a land of enchantment...[/div][div style="height:15px;width:90px;float:left;background-color:#FFFABF;margin-left:-110px;margin-top:50px;padding:5px;font-family:times new roman;font-size:10px;color:#636363;text-align:left;border-radius:5px;overflow:hidden;"]@tomato[/div][div style="height:15px;width:90px;float:left;background-color:#FFFABF;margin-left:-110px;margin-top:80px;padding:5px;font-family:times new roman;font-size:10px;color:#636363;text-align:left;border-radius:5px;overflow:hidden;"]xxx[/div][div style="width:90px;float:left;background-color:#FFFABF;margin-left:-110px;margin-top:110px;padding:5px;font-family:times new roman;font-size:10px;color:#636363;text-align:left;border-radius:5px;"]And here's one for Nico![/div][div style="font-family:verdana;font-size:10px;color:#636363;margin-top:10px;margin-left:70px;background-color:#D5E7ED;padding:5px;width:290px;border:double 5px #fff;text-align:justify;border-radius:10px;"]Vor einem großen Walde wohnte ein armer Holzhacker mit seiner Frau und seinen zwei Kindern; das Bübchen hieß Hänsel und das Mädchen Gretel. Er hatte wenig zu beißen und zu brechen, und einmal, als große Teuerung ins Land kam, konnte er auch das täglich Brot nicht mehr schaffen. Wie er sich nun Abends im Bett Gedanken machte und sich vor Sorgen herum wälzte, seufzte er und sprach zu seiner Frau 'was soll aus uns werden? wie können wir unsere armen Kinder ernähren, da wir für uns selbst nichts mehr haben?' 'Weißt du was, Mann,' antwortete die Frau, 'wir wollen Morgen in aller Frühe die Kinder hinaus in den Wald führen, wo er am dicksten ist: da machen wir ihnen ein Feuer an und geben jedem noch ein Stückchen Brot, dann gehen wir an unsere Arbeit und lassen sie allein. Sie finden den Weg nicht wieder nach Haus und wir sind sie los.' 'Nein, Frau,' sagte der Mann, 'das thue ich nicht; wie sollt ichs übers Herz bringen meine Kinder im Walde allein zu lassen, die wilden Thiere würden bald kommen und sie zerreißen.' 'O du Narr,' sagte sie, 'dann müssen wir alle viere Hungers sterben, du kannst nur die Bretter für die Särge hobelen,' und ließ ihm keine Ruhe bis er einwilligte. 'Aber die armen Kinder dauern mich doch' sagte der Mann.
Die zwei Kinder hatten vor Hunger auch nicht einschlafen können und hatten gehört was die Stiefmutter zum Vater gesagt hatte. Grethel weinte bittere Thränen und sprach zu Hansel 'nun ists um uns geschehen.' 'Still, Grethel,' sprach Hänsel, 'gräme dich nicht, ich will uns schon helfen.' Und als die Alten eingeschlafen waren, stand er auf, zog sein Röcklein an, machte die Unterthüre auf und schlich sich hinaus. Da schien der Mond ganz helle, und die weißen Kieselsteine, die vor dem Haus lagen, glänzten wie lauter Batzen. Hänsel bückte sich und steckte so viel in sein Rocktäschlein, als nur hinein wollten. Dann gieng er wieder zurück, sprach zu Grethel 'sei getrost, liebes Schwesterchen und schlaf nur ruhig ein, Gott wird uns nicht verlassen,' und legte sich wieder in sein Bett.[/div][div style="border-top:dotted 2px #FFFABF;margin-top:10px;"][/div][div style="border-top:dotted 5px #FFFABF;margin-top:5px;"][/div][/div][div style="font-size:8px;"]by worldie for puchi[/div][/div]
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Post by Lovino Vargas on Nov 15, 2015 9:43:28 GMT -5
These both are awesome; thank you!!
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Nov 19, 2015 9:34:42 GMT -5 |
Post by Lovino Vargas on Nov 19, 2015 9:34:42 GMT -5
actually; if it isn't too much trouble.. >w<; can i request one for lovi with one icon instead of three? i like changing mine for every thread and i don't think i can come up with 3 every time orz
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And all I've got is this ringing in my ears....
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May 23, 2016 22:38:13 GMT -5 |
Post by Matthew Williams on May 23, 2016 22:38:13 GMT -5
Could I maybe get a posting template for Mattie?
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This is my fight song, take back my life song, prove I'm all right song.
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Post by Leon on May 31, 2016 15:55:10 GMT -5
I think there's a flaw in my code, these voices won't leave me alone Lorem ipsum dolor sit amet, consectetuer adipiscing elit. Aenean commodo ligula eget dolor. Aenean massa. Cum sociis natoque penatibus et magnis dis parturient montes, nascetur ridiculus mus. Donec quam felis, ultricies nec, pellentesque eu, pretium quis, sem. Nulla consequat massa quis enim. Donec pede justo, fringilla vel, aliquet nec, vulputate eget, arcu. In enim justo, rhoncus ut, imperdiet a, venenatis vitae, justo. Nullam dictum felis eu pede mollis pretium. Integer tincidunt. Cras dapibus. Vivamus elementum semper nisi. Aenean vulputate eleifend tellus. Aenean leo ligula, porttitor eu, consequat vitae, eleifend ac, enim. Aliquam lorem ante, dapibus in, viverra quis, feugiat a, tellus. Phasellus viverra nulla ut metus varius laoreet. Quisque rutrum. Aenean imperdiet. Etiam ultricies nisi vel augue. Curabitur ullamcorper ultricies nisi. Nam eget dui. Etiam rhoncus. Maecenas tempus, tellus eget condimentum rhoncus, sem quam semper libero, sit amet adipiscing sem neque sed ipsum. Nam quam nunc, blandit vel, luctus pulvinar, hendrerit id, lorem. Maecenas nec odio et ante tincidunt tempus. Donec vitae sapien ut libero venenatis faucibus. Nullam quis ante. Etiam sit amet orci eget eros faucibus tincidunt. Duis leo. Sed fringilla mauris sit amet nibh. Donec sodales sagittis magna. Sed consequat, leo eget bibendum sodales, augue velit cursus nunc, [div align="center"][div style="width:350px;"][div style="float:left;padding:5px;border:solid 10px #4f0052;margin-top:-40px;margin-left:-40px;"][div style="height:100px;width:100px;border:solid 5px #4F0052;background-image:url(http://65.media.tumblr.com/c316c0ce6d4e6374f0d55597e9eb0846/tumblr_inline_nkqe1tWyYc1rsaze3.jpg);"][/div][/div][div style="float:right;text-align:right;margin-top:-25px;font-size:16px;font-family:georgia;color:#fff;line-height:70%;"][i]I think there's a flaw in my code, these voices won't leave me[/i][/div][div style="float:right;font-size:20px;font-family:arial;text-transform:uppercase;letter-spacing:2px;color:#F5ADFF;text-shadow:2px 3px 2px #000;"][i]alone[/i][/div][div style="border-left:solid 50px #4F0052;border-top:solid 24px #4f0052;margin-top:50px;padding:5px;"][div style="border-left:solid 10px #4F0052;border-top:solid 5px #4f0052;padding:5px;text-align:justify;font-size:11px;font-family:arial;"]Lorem ipsum dolor sit amet, consectetuer adipiscing elit. Aenean commodo ligula eget dolor. Aenean massa. Cum sociis natoque penatibus et magnis dis parturient montes, nascetur ridiculus mus. Donec quam felis, ultricies nec, pellentesque eu, pretium quis, sem. Nulla consequat massa quis enim. Donec pede justo, fringilla vel, aliquet nec, vulputate eget, arcu.
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Phasellus viverra nulla ut metus varius laoreet. Quisque rutrum. Aenean imperdiet. Etiam ultricies nisi vel augue. Curabitur ullamcorper ultricies nisi. Nam eget dui. Etiam rhoncus. Maecenas tempus, tellus eget condimentum rhoncus, sem quam semper libero, sit amet adipiscing sem neque sed ipsum. Nam quam nunc, blandit vel, luctus pulvinar, hendrerit id, lorem. Maecenas nec odio et ante tincidunt tempus. Donec vitae sapien ut libero venenatis faucibus. Nullam quis ante. Etiam sit amet orci eget eros faucibus tincidunt. Duis leo. Sed fringilla mauris sit amet nibh. Donec sodales sagittis magna. Sed consequat, leo eget bibendum sodales, augue velit cursus nunc,
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Post by Roderich Edelstein on May 31, 2016 22:34:53 GMT -5
>u>;
make me one for my horrible, horrible little man, won't you please?
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This is my fight song, take back my life song, prove I'm all right song.
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Jun 1, 2016 17:59:16 GMT -5 |
Post by Leon on Jun 1, 2016 17:59:16 GMT -5
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[b]• n o t e s •[/b] anything for you~[/div][div style="padding:5px 5px 5px 60px;text-align:justify;font-size:11px;font-family:arial;color:#440074;"][div style="float:left;font-size:28px;color:#fff;font-family:georgia;padding-right:5px;"]L[/div]orem ipsum dolor sit amet, consectetur adipiscing elit. Integer eu nisi ornare, dictum nunc vel, fermentum risus. Suspendisse potenti. Vivamus in risus et purus accumsan fringilla. Nulla sit amet ullamcorper mi. Sed eget eros dolor. Proin in dui ac metus gravida condimentum sit amet id lorem. Vivamus iaculis accumsan mi, a viverra diam. Donec ac posuere est. Quisque nec libero metus. Phasellus volutpat vulputate velit, non lacinia erat pulvinar in. Proin euismod vulputate libero, ut scelerisque nulla fermentum et. Nullam sed nulla vestibulum, auctor nibh in, sagittis massa. Aliquam id tincidunt sem. Suspendisse lacinia leo est, ut ornare dui hendrerit vitae. In vulputate nec urna et eleifend.
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I'm numb, and that numbness only grows when you can't feel a single damned thing.
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Jun 5, 2016 22:11:14 GMT -5 |
Post by Vash Zwingli on Jun 5, 2016 22:11:14 GMT -5
Look I know our muses don't get along and kind of want to kill each other. But could you make me one for threads pleaseeeee
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This is my fight song, take back my life song, prove I'm all right song.
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Jun 6, 2016 13:28:42 GMT -5 |
Post by Leon on Jun 6, 2016 13:28:42 GMT -5
From the old and pleasantly situated village of Mayenfeld, a footpath winds through green and shady meadows to the foot of the mountains, which on this side look down from their stern and lofty heights upon the valley below. The land grows gradually wilder as the path ascends, and the climber has not gone far before he begins to inhale the fragrance of the short grass and sturdy mountain-plants, for the way is steep and leads directly up to the summits above. On a clear sunny morning in June two figures might be seen climbing the narrow mountain path; one, a tall strong-looking girl, the other a child whom she was leading by the hand, and whose little checks were so aglow with heat that the crimson color could be seen even through the dark, sunburnt skin. And this was hardly to be wondered at, for in spite of the hot June sun the child was clothed as if to keep off the bitterest frost. She did not look more than five years old, if as much, but what her natural figure was like, it would have been hard to say, for she had apparently two, if not three dresses, one above the other, and over these a thick red woollen shawl wound round about her, so that the little body presented a shapeless appearance, as, with its small feet shod in thick, nailed mountain-shoes, it slowly and laboriously plodded its way up in the heat. [div align="center"][div style="width:370px;border-top:double 20px #00160d;margin-top:70px;"][div style="height:100px;width:100px;border:solid 10px #00160d;background-image:url(http://i.imgur.com/6Y7yf.png);margin-top:-90px;float:left;margin-left:120px;"][/div][/div][div style="width:350px;background-color:#8bc9bc;padding-top:40px;padding-bottom:30px;"][div style="width:300px;padding:5px 5px 5px 5px;font-family:arial;font-size:11px;color:#00160d;background-color:#e3ffca;border:dashed 1px #acc298;text-align:justify;"]From the old and pleasantly situated village of Mayenfeld, a footpath winds through green and shady meadows to the foot of the mountains, which on this side look down from their stern and lofty heights upon the valley below. The land grows gradually wilder as the path ascends, and the climber has not gone far before he begins to inhale the fragrance of the short grass and sturdy mountain-plants, for the way is steep and leads directly up to the summits above.
On a clear sunny morning in June two figures might be seen climbing the narrow mountain path; one, a tall strong-looking girl, the other a child whom she was leading by the hand, and whose little checks were so aglow with heat that the crimson color could be seen even through the dark, sunburnt skin. And this was hardly to be wondered at, for in spite of the hot June sun the child was clothed as if to keep off the bitterest frost. She did not look more than five years old, if as much, but what her natural figure was like, it would have been hard to say, for she had apparently two, if not three dresses, one above the other, and over these a thick red woollen shawl wound round about her, so that the little body presented a shapeless appearance, as, with its small feet shod in thick, nailed mountain-shoes, it slowly and laboriously plodded its way up in the heat.
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