Solitary ManHe, of laminated paper; she, full of lucid emotions, finally clearer and sincere.
But among them stands a figure that breaks the protocol.
He enters her thoughts and sullies his privacy to find out that she is dominated by an authentic passion for life, which flows in the veins mixed with blood, giving strength to his artistic soul.
He has no specific age. It comes from the kingdom where nobody dies.
Sometimes feel that he is dying alive, and his only hope is the death.
He calls the living dead his friends, and calls the living, his executioners.
How many times when laugh also cries... His soul cries when her face laughs.
You are always, when I close my eyes, when I open the window, you are the image in the palm of my hands, what people see in my eyes.
You are what you are not with anyone, literary night, pulsation of death, ridiculous promise and love.
She: A black line extends her eyes ... Blurs the gray pencil, trying to make them even more beautiful. White teeth taste like mint. A
Sollux x reader Chapter 1 - KarkwadWarning - Foul language Read at your own risk ...
--[trollianHandle] [TH] began trolling carcinoGeneticist [CG] --
CG : HEY WHAT THE FUCK I THOUGHT WE TALKED THIS THROUGH .
[TH]: KAR No I'm not bringing up that shitty Rom-Com's debate okay NO
[TH]: I just wanted to discuss ….
[TH]: * sighs * …….‘’ that ’’ thing ….)B \
CG : OMIGOD _______ ________ IS ACTUALLY GOING FUCKING SENSITIVE AND SHIT MY THINKPAN CANNOT TAKE IN THIS NEW PIECE OF SHIT .
CG : THE “” MS COOL “” IS ACTUALLY GOING TOUCHY- FEELY. I CANNOT BELIEVE THIS.
[TH]: STFU When did I say that I was going “” TOUCHY – FEELY“” huh??
[TH}: Shut your rant and just UGHH… help me I know the subject’s sensitive ‘kay ?!
CG : SORRY BUT ITS JUST REALLY NEW TO ME THAT YOU ARE ACTING …
[TH]: yes awkward I get
I try to avoid wearing shoes,I try to avoid wearing shoes, even the metaphorical kind.
There’s something about being touched by every blade of grass and affectionately scratched by every crack in the sidewalk that dares me to take another step. And sometimes I need that.
And sure, after a while you find your feet stained black with asphalt, and some people think that’s ugly. Once or twice, you’ll probably notice a friendly piece of glass in the side of your toe, but at least in my experience, there’s always been someone who will gladly knock a stranger’s door and ask for tweezers.
Maybe wading through waterfalls means I’ll spend a third of my life with the sniffles, but hey, even illness is a feeling. So I’ll keep making snowfolk with my bare hands and dancing in the rain until my hair is soaked through. I’ll keep forgetting my jacket even though you’ve reminded me six times there’s a chance of a storm.
Once a butterfly has landed on your chest you can ne