Day 3 - restless
A note about Sin’s pronouns: Sin refers to themself with male pronouns, as does Jay. Scott and Anya use gender neutral pronouns. Chris, Gordon, and pretty much everyone else uses female pronouns.
I've got no distance left to run.
A note about Sin’s pronouns: Sin refers to themself with male pronouns, as does Jay. Scott and Anya use gender neutral pronouns. Chris, Gordon, and pretty much everyone else uses female pronouns.
Jay had spent the day catching up with Ryan, and old friend he hadn’t seen for a couple of years. They’d easily lost track of time, and Jay arrived home tired but cheerful.
I was 4 years old when I met Jay for the first time. He came to me in a dream, disguised as a character from my favourite tv show.
I'm currently attempting a 30 day writing challenge, where I have to write a drabble using a word prompt every day.
Keep me safe as I sleep. Hold me as I gently weep. Shelter me from raging storms. Hide me until sunlight dawns. Stay with me when nights are long. Retrieve my mind when it is gone.
Dr. Arian is the creator of the Paragon Counter, the machine that can heal and resurrect.
"Alright, every band always tells you to raise your middle finger, for fuck this, fuck that. But we think that's boring.
"Every atom in your body came from a star that exploded. And, the atoms in your left hand probably came from a different star than your right hand.
"We are all in the gutter, but some of us are looking at the stars." - Oscar Wilde.
When a giggle bomb explodes, it tells jokes until you die laughing..
I felt the urge to draw something, then remembered how bad I am at it..
They are young, refined gentlemen. They are the stealers of dreams, and the creatures of nightmares. They are only ever seen at night, and rumours are told of the sunlight burning their skin..
The sun has burnt out. Every star and planet is dead. No drifting asteroids, no satellites, nothing. Only the darkness, the never ending darkness… I am The Creator.
There’s someone missing from the room, There’s someone missing from this place, Where’s the girl with all the broken dreams. The girl without a name or face.
Read my mind, this is a confession of a king. I can't stay in the world that we live in, especially in this day and age. I think I'm losing touch, but this is your life.
I took a step closer. "Are you okay?" Tom shook his head, but didn't speak. I held my breath and slowly reached out to touch his arm. Suddenly, Tom jerked his head up, and I stepped back in shock.
“The best way to get over somebody is to forget about them. Completely erase them from your life; destroy the photos, throw away the letters, get rid of anything that reminds you of them.
New favourite film right there. Or at least, pretty high on my list. Yes, I know I’m not a ‘true fan’ because I haven’t read the books, but I never claimed I was.
Two unrelated things I currently find hilarious: 1) Saying ‘murder’ in a Scottish accent 2) Michael Fassbender’s teeth.