- A Life of Typing: Part Five
And yet again, I my typing addiction brings me back here. I'm genuinely trying to stop, but I just can't. Typing is all that brings me joy now. Sometimes I wonder if I should be doing more with my life.
- The House on Mango Street
No wonder everybody gave up. Just stopped looking out when little Efren chipped his buck tooth on a parking meter and didn't even stop Refugia from getting her head stuck between two slats in the back gate and nobody looked up not once the day Angel Vargas learned to fly and dropped from the sky like a sugar donut, just like a falling star, and exploded down to earth without even an "Oh."
- This is for you, self...
I had always viewed the world as cruel and unfair. Everyone is biased, there are backstabbing hypocrites almost everywhere. But for you, self, I will try my best to treat you better than ever. I will not hurt you, I will care for you, I will give you attention. You are the most precious, I know you better than anyone. Because you are me. I will love you forever, I adore you.
- New Keyboard (12/4/21)
My dad bought me a new keyboard, and I love it. It is slim, the keys are rounded and it quieter than my old keyboard. It took me some hours to get used to it but I simply love this new keyboard. Thank you, dad.
A Random Person
- Best of the MCU
I'm just your friendly neighborhood Spider-Man. Bitch, please! You've been to space. If you douse me again, and I'm not on fire, I'm donating you to a city college. You get hurt, hurt 'em back. You get killed... walk it off. Hey, fellas. Either one of you know where the Smithsonian is? I'm here to pick up a fossil. Oh dear. Is she dead? A creepy old man cut my hair off! INSECT. Hey, Peter Parker. You got something for me? What's up Tic-Tac? Man, I love this place.
Just a Random Person on the Internet
- Best of Bucky Barnes
Hey, pick on someone your own size. Don't do anything stupid until I come back. Who the hell is Bucky? Where's the fight? I thought you were smaller. Remember when I made you ride the Cyclone on Coney Island? This is payback isn't it? Hell, no! The little guy from Brooklyn who was too dumb not to run away from a fight. I'm following him. Not bad, for the end of the world. Oh, come on. Really? You're gonna do the notebook thing? Why? It's passive-aggressive. Wow, she's kinda awful now.
My English tutor and me
Many - indeed, most - people don't know the order of a sentence matters; the end of a sentence is more emphasized than the start. Take, for example, the sentences "The wolf stalked through the woods, rain falling all around, coat dripping wet." and "Through the woods, rain falling all around, coat dripping wet, the wolf stalked." In the first sentence, emphasis is placed on the setting and what it's like. In the second sentence, emphasis is placed on the wolf and what it's doing.
- Battlecry - Part 3
Look, just the air around him. An aura surrounding the heir apparent, he might be a peasant, but shine like grand royalty, he to the people and land, loyalty. We witness above all to see this. Sea sickness in the Ocean of Wickedness, Set sail to the sunset no second-guessing far easy style with the spirit of wild west.
- Battlecry - Part 2
A battlecry of a hawk make a dove fly and a tear dry. 'Wonder why lone wolf don't run with the clan, only trust instinct, and be one with the plan. Some days, Some nights, Some live some die, in the way of the Samurai. Some fight, some bleed. The suns of a battlecry. Some days, Some nights, Some live some die, in the name of the Samurai. Some fight, some bleed. The suns of a battlecry, battlecry.
Yeah, sharp like the edge of a Samurai sword, the mental blade cut through flesh and bone. Though my mind at peace, the world out of order. Missing inner heat, life gets colder. Oh yes, I have to find my path, no less walk on earth - water and fire. The elements compose a magnum opus my Modus Operandi is amalgam. Steel packed tight in a microchip on my arm as a sign of all-pro. The ultimate award is honor - not awards. At odds with the times with wards with no lords. A freelancer.
- Is it just me?
I shouldn't be expected to remain calm while being told how many times I don't contribute to a household's chores. I shouldn't have to sut there and stay silent while I die inside.
- Seven Days in June
Religion. Hmm. I guess it's like fire. In good hands, fire can be used to do positive things, like keep you warm. Make s'mores. In bad hands, it can burn a witch at the stake.
- The Sick Rose
O Rose thou art sick. The invisible worm, that flies in the night in the howling storm: has found out thy bed of crimson joy: and his dark secret love does thy life destroy.
- Carl Fink
I dreamed a dream where there was only one. No stupid imposters of pure Fink-ish blood. But then reality hit me like a plane. As I saw Carl, life's one true pain.
- Louise Schumacher - Network
This is your great winter romance, isn't it? Your last roar of passion before you settle into your emeritus years. Is that what's left for me? Is that my share? She gets the winter passion, and I get the dotage? What am I supposed to do? Am I supposed to sit at home knitting and purling while you slink back like some penitent drunk? I'm your wife, damn it. And if you can't work up a whit of passion for me, the least I require is respect and allegiance. I hurt. Don't you understand that?
In the next world war, in a jackknifed juggernaut, I am born again. In the neon sign, scrolling up and down, I am born again. In an interstellar burst, I am back to save the universe. In a deep, deep sleep of the innocent, I am born again. In a fast German car, I'm amazed that I survived; an airbag saved my life. In an interstellar burst, I am back to save the universe.
- House Of Balloons
Been on another level since you came, no more pain You look into my eyes, you can't recognize my face. You're in my world now, you can stay, you can stay but you belong to me, ooh, you belong to me.
- lost in my early 20's
They weren't kidding when they said that you go through a quarter-life crisis. Who knew that after you gradate college and have to get a real job and be a real adult life would be so hard. It's all paying taxes, living paycheck to paycheck. Crying over childhood trauma and nursing a bottle of wine at 2 AM. I'm trying to be the best version of me and utterly failing. I feel like it's not supposed to be this difficult.
Statutory damages for copyright violations are absurd and defeat the purpose of copyright. Rather than protecting artists, it prevents them from producing art to begin with for fear of being sued for a coincidental similarity to existing works.