Pig Destroyer
- "Natasha"
I smelled honeysuckle and opium - two of her signature scents. I pulled aside all the thistles and vines, and mesmerized, I made my descent. As I crawl further inside, the light slowly dies, and the dirt begins to feel like her skin. I tremble as I drag my fingers down the walls, caressing her sweet flesh again.
anonymous
- bedtime thoughts
Why? Why am I here? Why did he take me back? Why do people like me? Why don't people know who I am? Why don't I know who I am? Why am I like this? Why?
Fallout 3
- War Never Changes
So ends the story of the Lone Wanderer, who stepped through the great door of Vault 101 and into the annals of legend. But the tale of humanity will never come to a close, for the struggle of survival is a war without end, and war - war never changes.
admin04
- Last rays of sunshine for humankind
The last rays of sunshine for humankind signify the end of an era, but also the beginning of a new one. As the sun sets on the world we know, we must take with us the lessons we have learned and use them to build a better future. It's time to embrace change and innovation, to work together to create a brighter tomorrow. Let the last rays of sunshine inspire us to be the best version of ourselves, and to leave a positive legacy for future generations.
Cavetown
- This is Home
Often I am upset that I cannot fall in love but I guess, this avoids the stress of falling out of it. Are you tired of me yet? I'm a little sick right now but I swear, when I'm ready I will fly us out of here. Turn off your porcelain face. I can't really think right now in this place. There's too many colors enough to drive all of us insane. Are you dead? Sometimes I think I'm dead 'cause I can feel ghosts and ghouls wrapping my head. But I don't wanna fall asleep just yet.
By me- JR
- I am so very very
I am afraid that I will never reach the plane of intimacy that I romanticize about incessantly. I am afraid that the room I meet myself in is draped with cracks and ash. I am afraid I will never recover from that ruinous droplet I watched trickle down the side of the glass so long ago.
Kham Ag
- Diluted Blood
Blood is thicker than water. But imagine one drop of blood falls into the stream, lake, river, pond, sea, or whatever kind of immense reserve of water - it will not be anymore; it will be diluted by that colorless, tasteless, odourless water. Blood can, literally, be diluted.
Joey Tribbiani
There's a scene where Drake sneaks into Olivia's bedroom, and she doesn't know he's there. And he knows he shouldn't be there, but he just wants to look at her, you know? And I remember all those mornings before you even put on your make-up, when I would think to myself, my God. She is beautiful. And it hurts so much, because I knew I could never tell you, but it was worth it just to be there looking at you.
Carmen Maria Machado
Next week, I will be thirty. The sand is blowing into my mouth, my hair, the center crevice of my notebook, and the sea is choppy and gray. Beyond it, I can see the cottage, a speck on the far shore. I keep thinking I can see the virus blooming on the horizon like a sunrise. I realize the world will continue to turn, even with no people on it. Maybe it will go a little faster.
Alfred Lord Tennyson
- In Memoriam, Section 123
There rolls the deep where grew the tree. O earth, what changes hast thou seen! There where the long street roars, hath been the stillness of the central sea. The hills are shadows, and they flow from form to form, and nothings stands; they melt like mist, the solid lands, like clouds they shape themselves and go.
Michael Huemer
- Existence Is Evidence of Immortality
Time may be infinite in both directions. If it is, then, if persons could live at most once in all of time, the probability that you would be alive now would be zero. Since you are alive now, with certainty, either the past is finite, or persons can live more than once.
Octaves
- "Tax Break"
What would once land any dance within an instant in detention is now deplorably defended if the child's showing signs of a disorder - a deficiency in attention. Your attention, please! I'd like to point out nearly pornographic imagery plastered on the walls in your town's local department store, just two aisles from the kitchenry. Red flags are flying all around the castle - either the guards are colorblind, or their troubles are far too large to tackle.
Tom Wambsgans
- Gargantuan Bag
She's brought a ludicrously capacious bag. What's even in there? Flat shoes for the subway? Her lunch pail? I mean Greg it's monstrous, it's gargantuan. You could take it camping. You could slide it across the floor after a bank job.
Chris
- Practice
I hate making an error when typing because I am such a perfectionist. I never want to make mistakes. I don't like losing momentum when I'm typing. But one small mistake gets to me more than I'd like to admit. However, I know it is necessary to make mistakes so that we can learn from them. Some mistakes I make are still silly. But I do feel like I am learning from my mistakes the more I type. I hope the rare occasions I get perfect accuracy become more frequent and less rare with more practice.
Little Mix
- Secret Love Song
Why can't you hold me in the street? Why can't I kiss you on the dance floor? I wish that it could be like that. Why can't it be like that? 'Cause I'm yours. Why can't I say that I'm in love? Why can't I shout it from the rooftops?
Serita McKenzie
- Erupt
Control is something I no longer have; I am all blaze, and my heart is the source of this heat, charred on the surface but churning beneath with molten lava, pumping ashes through my veins. My chest explodes into flames just beneath the skin, and the fire climbs down to my gut, cooling into a glassy block of obsidian. I can't control the course of the heat nor the weight of this stone, the numbness I feel as it sits compared to this churning fire. A glass of cold water helps the burning subside.
Susanna Clarke
- The Biscuit-Box Man - Piranesi
When I first discovered the Biscuit-Box Man, the seaweed twine had dried up and fallen apart and he had become rather untidy. I made new twine from fish leather and tied up his bundles of bones again. Now he is in good order once more.
Emerson
- Emerson and Wilde on consistency 1/2
A foolish consistency is the hobgoblin of little minds, adored by little statesmen and philosophers and divines. With consistency a great soul has simply nothing to do. He may as well concern himself with his shadow on the wall. Speak what you think now in hard words, and to-morrow speak what to-morrow thinks in hard words again, though it contradict every thing you said to-day. 'Ah, so you shall be sure to be misunderstood.' Is it so bad, then, to be misunderstood?
Kaori pbbbbbbt
- Dear quote hater,
If you do not like these quotes, might I suggest focusing on the letters themselves? Each and every letter of each and every word matters. Also, the commas, the periods and the exclamation points. No read only type.
Carolyn Harmon
- Monday Morning
You wanna know what living life to the fullest actually is? It's waking up on a Monday morning with no complaints. It's knowing you always deserve to laugh. It's doing what feels right no matter what. It's doing what you want to, no matter how stupid you look. It's about being yourself, "cause no one can tell you you're doing it wrong."
