I tried. Countless times I tried. But it doesn’t matter how unremitting and desperate my attempts are: I cannot wash this blood away from my hands.
It’s yours. It carries your smell.
Blood, tears, shouting. A pain so sharp that it pierces my heart with its thorns.
And there you are, once…
Saying that we’re having fun wouldn’t be enough to describe… This.
MAESTÀ, È FINITO IL VINO!
E ALLORA VA’ A RIEMPIRLO!
"Here we go again", he thought, sighing heavily.
Sharon was crying. She was shedding tears so desperate that her thin frame shook with her sobbing.
One and only important rule: DON’T CHANGE YOUR BACKGROUND FOR ANY REASONS! I DON’T CARE IF IT’S EMBARRASSING!
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Tutti i grandi sono stati bambini una volta, ma pochi di essi se ne ricordano.
A. de Saint-Exupéry, The Little Prince.
…E io credo tu ti ricordi molto bene di esserlo stata!
Happy (lately) Birthday, I hope you will have some beautiful days like this! ~
"If the destruction of a whole world had a sound, it would undoubtedly be this same silence that pierces my ears. An intangible and placid silence, threatening, taunting, triumphant. It sneers at me, from the heights of its crystal clear omniscience. It sneers at the puny, wretched mortal who survived, despite the dark shadow of sin which blood and a coarse needle sewed to his skin. Well then, let’s toast to you, craven, ephemeral entity who had fun playing with my destiny. Let’s toast to you, and may you go to hell."
If mr-one-man-show doesn’t start writing her new chapter for our longfic, I swear I’ll kick her ass.
I graduated today.
I’m sure Reim-san would be proud of me: now you can call me Dottoressa Rainsworth (ﾉ≧∀≦)ﾉ