Fast five ranks 102 and Thor ranks 146!



He leaned over the railing and looked down into the room below. The floor was golden, glittering beautifully with the twinkle of many flickering candles embracing the circular chamber. The crimson curtains with silken sheen looked like thick rivers of blood pouring down the walls and pooling upon the floor. Besides those, what ultimately caught his attention were the broken statues down below, and the single crimson entity that waltzed within their ring, dancing with what looked like a lifeless doll.

The crimson doll continued to dance, leading a faceless partner into a chaotic waltz to the melody of his own laughter, the clacking of his heels against the floor, and what sounded like a possessed violin, playing a warped version of a song...

...he knew all too well. The mannequin itself was familiar; it was dressed as an exact mimic of his own clothes, though it's head lolled from side to side violently with every twist and turn as if it were a corpse. The smile that graced the entity's face was twisted, and as the song concluded, and he dipped his partner low, the glint in that one bloody eye up at the crow perched high above him, enough to ignite a menacingly strangled caw.



All the people you see in the street, who would rather wear sunglasses than know where they're going, they get put back in the gallery at night, they get covered up for the next day. So they can think that a road is a grey river that'll take them anywhere, as long as they can float. So they can carry on. There are so few real people in this world. Thank you for being one of them. (Are you...one of them?)



He tried to rise to his feet, but a low ceiling prevented his attempt and forced him to move forward on all fours. He clicked his tongue in distaste, feeling the rough, damp floor beneath his hands slowly seep into his gloved palms. He continued forward in the tiny black corridor, until he bumped headlong into a solid wall. He shook his head and mentally rolled his eyes at his own foolishness that he hadn't sensed the blockage beforehand, and backed up momentarily to search the obstacle. Feeling along its surface, one of his fingertips found a slight indentation. Tracing over it more thoroughly, he discovered that it was in the shape of a small keyhole. Remembering the key stowed away in his breast pocket, he retrieved it, and brought it up to slide it into the hole. The key fit, but only barely. He found he had to force it, and even so, once it was in, it took a few attempts to get the lock to yield. With a satisfying click, the bolt moved aside, and he pressed against the wall, which began to slowly shift away from him. The section of wall swung open, exposing an upper balcony floor, embraced by a golden rail and scarlet drapery that spilled down into the floor below.



Vino is wine in Italian and Veritas means truth.



Day 109
There's still 7 oceans worth of you here, in the world you left behind. That's why this ship is haunted.

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And I promise you I'll hold your hand back. I'll sit back and enjoy it. I'll laugh at lightning. I'll giggle at thunder. I'll drink raindrops. I'll lean into the wind. I'll see the sun come out. And one day, I'll cry for a storm that's passed, never to come again.



Day 108
You missed the whole world changing when you closed your eyes, when you chose to turn away from this mess that they (we) created.

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The cat's ears folded back in defense, eyes locked on the far end of the corridor, where the lamps began to flicker, and the familiar wall of black began to drown the massacred hallway. The metronome of clicks echoed, and grew louder with every sound, signifying that their owner was mere yards away, and closing in.



We overlook what one another say, not because we don't care, but because we don't want to feel like this anymore.



Maybe one day, we'll join forces with our words and say the things we've been longing to say but never knew how.



There are the people who are there, just not there the way you need them to be.



Day 107
The world is tough, but we are made to survive.

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Day 106
Those days that you tap your chin, tilting your head this way and that and muttering (perhaps humming) to yourself in a language that even your own keen ears cannot comprehend. It's like an ancient, internal tongue that is the universal language of contemplation, known only to the ears belonging to the body in which the mouth that uttered it belonged.

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The wall of darkness at his back had been obliterated, as one by one, lamps that had once been absent, ignited with angry flames, producing a garish scene. The once clean stone corridor had become torn apart and blackened, as if scorched by some animate flame. The doors had been ripped off their hinges completely now, and the shards of their bodies were partially ignited and splattered with crimson liquid.



Whatever memories that were kept within these rooms were erased completely from existence.



In the darkness of the endless corridor, a soft, melancholy melody hung in the air like a mantle, summoned forth from twin pale lips. The light hum was only accompanied by the dull tempo of shoe soles striking the stone floor with every step that he took. Hours had gone by since his abandon of the grisly scene, and since then, he had not witnessed any sign of the crimson clad entity's presence, nor suffered any of his direct influence. The hall continued on, it's infinite length undeterminable, for every step that he took, the solid wall of darkness ahead seemed to jump forward a foot, and so continued, even as one by one, solitary doors began to be born from its maw.



Nurarihyon no mago.



The problem with you, is that everything's a game to you. A perfectly plotted little chess game that you always win, but I don't play by your rules, and life isn't quite like chess. The game doesn't end just because you take out the king.



Things had changed. He had changed.



At this point, pain was a distraction he could not afford to countenance.



Day 105
The truth doesn't always set you free. Do well to remember that.

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WANNON. THIS IS FOR YOU K.



Day 104
It's not easy to forget someone who gave you so much to remember.

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He stood there silent, choking up from words messing around with one another, trying to find the ones that would be the right ones to say. He stood there, watching as people passed him, eyes full of sad, left with nothing to say. He saw the failure of hope and shattered dreams fill the space they inhabited (the space that the genus Homo called a room). He witnessed everyone breaking, diminishing into a blithering pile of goo that we all are, somewhere deep down inside.



Day 103
As we looked into each other's eyes, we knew everything we wanted to say. It's never the words that we speak that define how we truly feel, but the look in our eyes that say what we want, but don't know how, to say.

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Day 102
Stop looking like you let yourself go :/ It was supposed to be the balloon you let go of, not yourself.

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Everything slowed down in the space of a heartbeat.



They played God and failed. So they killed their failures, leaving behind only the successes.



HAHAHAHA MY SIS IS SO DAMN AWESOME SHE GOT HER FIRST CHOICE AGAIN AHAHAHA BLOODY PIECE OF WORK.



It was late one evening, in mid-autumn in his fifteenth year when it happened. It had been drizzling for days, and the grey skies dampened their moods. The room was dark, the only light came from the flat screen television that filled a section of the wall.




The original is amazing >D



"You’re not a human being until you value something more than the life of your body. And the greater the thing you live and die for the greater you are."

Orson Scott Card. The Worthing Chronicle.



Albedo is the reflecting power of a surface.



Bifurcated means 'split in half'.



Because never in my entire childhood did I feel like a child. I felt like a person all along--the same person that I am today.

Ender's Game.



Day 101
Life is full of grief, to exactly the degree we allow ourselves to love other people.

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"I had no idea we planned to be so ruthless."
"It was not publicized or even discussed with the political arm of the colonization program. Ruthlessness was necessary but wins no votes."
"But this is not our world, to treat however we want!"
"Visiting here as students of an alien evolutionary tradition would not be either cost-effective or, ultimately, successful. We would inevitably contaminate Garden, or worse yet, become contaminated and bring potentially deadly Gardenian life forms back to Earth. The three continental preserves will be sufficient to allow biologists to study alien life at some point in the future. And if you really thought we would colonize this world without making it 'ours', you'd be far too naive to command this expedition."
"I...didn't realize..."
"You didn't think about it at all," said the expendable. "The selective voluntary blindness of human beings allows them to ignore the moral consequences of their choices. It has been one of the species' most valuable traits, in terms of the survival of any particular human community."
"And you aren't morally blind?"
"We see the moral ironies very clearly. We simply don't care."



The mission didn't fail. It succeeded several times. We're just the exhaust trail.



PIANO AND DRUMS!!



Day 100
If you try and lose then it isn't your fault. But if you don't try and we lose, then it's all your fault.

Ender's Game.

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Fast Five ranks 107 and Thor ranks 167 :D



Fast Five ranks 110 and Thor ranks 174 :D



Day 99
You scream at the top of your lungs to see who will rush to your side and attempt to save you. You yell over the onslaught of noise to be heard in a world of misjudgments. You slam your open palms against the floor to rid yourself of the exasperation. Yet there you stand, silent. Completely silent with the ongoing mess that is a war in your head. You stand there with fear in your head, hope in your mind and passion burning in your heart. It's you. It's the same you in this harsh and cruel world. It's the same world.

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What saves a man is to take a step. Then another step. It is always the same step, but you have to take it.

Antoine de Saint-Exupéry, Wind, Sand and Stars, 1939.



The two neon signs with 'everything is going to be alright' and 'nothing is going to be alright' are from the Museum of Contemporary Art Detroit, just in case you peeps ask again.



I think that's Sophia from Skins!



:DD Credits to KIC too!



This is for you wannon!




Whoa this was from so long ago!







I am not okay.







Day 97
To laugh often and much;
To win the respect of intelligent people and the affection of children;
To earn the appreciation of honest critics and endure the betrayal of false friends;
To appreciate beauty, to find the best in others;
To leave the world a bit better, whether by a healthy child, a garden patch, or a redeemed social condition;
To know even one life has breathed easier because you have lived. This is to have succeeded.

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CREDITS TO KIC:

shoot for the moon.
even if you miss,
holy fuck
you're in space.







Alexithemia
-psychological disorder where one suffers from a difficulty in identifying or describing emotions.



The Proposal. 8D Ryan Reynolds is the current spokes for Hugo Boss ahahahahahaha!!



If it's you staring at this awesome scanned pic, you'll know I'm putting this up for you ;D



And a Disney Prince was reincarnated in the form of Blaine Anderson.



Tectonic Plate Gap Between Europe and America
The Gap Between Two Continents

So it is possible to be in two places at once

AHAHAHA A LIST OF HAPPY MOMENTS.

1. Seeing your food nearing when in a restaurant.



Day 96
Focus on the things holding you together, not the things breaking you down.

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Day 95
If they don't find you, you'll just have to find them!

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This could be the end of everything.







I know I'm lost but I'm waiting to be found.



Thor ranks 177 and Fast Five ranks 114. I honestly thought POC would never make it on the list. But then there it is at 169!



Day 94
There are these days, and then there are those-- You long for words to describe how you feel. You long for the day when someone understands why you feel the way you do. You long for answers to why things are happening the way they are.

We'll walk through this, hand in hand if we have to :D

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Day 93
Everyone, at some point in time have defined themselves as "being alone in a world full of people". You have to pick yourself up, stand up tall and walk far away. Look back if you must.

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When faced with a problem, one of immense magnitude, people move towards the extremes.



Day 92
I'm not trying to change the world for you. I'm just trying to make it easier to live in, in case they send me back.

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Day 91
You are more than a list of mistakes and if anyone tells you otherwise, let it be the last they make.

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Day 90
You spend 99% of your life looking for the other 1%. But it's worth it.

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They say being normal is vastly overrated. How would they know anything about being normal anyway!





Klaine. Widely-acclaimed and amanda-recommended :D



Going to church doesn't make you a Christian any more than standing in a garage makes you a car.