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What You Learn From The Stars1. The stars are the greatest liars to ever exist.
2. They will always remind you of him.
3. Your obsession starts when your cousin gets a telescope. He wants to be an astronaut. He shows you Orion. The two of you sit in the long summer grass with your necks tilted back and he tells you about flight and velocity, but all you know is gravity. The way it drags your limbs low. You listen and stare over the treeline and wonder why people are always trying to explain things instead of just letting them exist.
4. You buy a box of glow-in-the-dark star stickers. There are sheets, and there are thousands. You use an encyclopedia to look up star maps and painstakingly recreate the winter night sky in the northern hemisphere. Your fingers bleed from the pointy corners sticking under your nails but on stormy nights at least you still have the stars.
5. You learn about horoscopes, try to find your zodiac so you can know your f

I know Pewdiepie for the first time...I know Pewdiepie for the first time when I was surfing at the google, searching how to play Amnesia: The Dark Decent. That's the time I found his video with the title AMNESIA SCARY REACTION (and funny). From the starter, I thought he's just an ordinary guy who needs a attention, needs a fame, and etc. And also with the weird title and with his weird face, I also thought maybe he's a crazy guy ever.

I clicked his video, connected to youtube, and watch it. It's start for all sudden of!
His face at the right top, his face looks confuse. Since I didn't watch any Amnesia (because it's my first time to know it!), I watch his video carefully,... He

SHORT STORY: How did I meet Vince"Hello, my name is Sakura. I'm a young 15 years old girl, I see you want to know the story. Well, I'll tell you"
When I was 13 years old, I created a character for my self: a pink haired girl called Sakura-chan. Strong, beautiful, everything I wanted to be. I decided to cosplay as her, and since then I cosplayed everyday, even thought my father said I shouldn't go out like that. One day, I decided to went shopping.
"You're not going out in that outfit, aren't you?" My father said, then said my stepmother:
"Come on Hideki, let her be. She's still young"
"Thank you, Emi-okasan*! Thank you, oto-san*!"
I went out happily, untill I felt myself being pushed and kicked in the gut by someone. It was a blonde girl with blue eyes.
"Haha, look, I didn't know it was Halloween!"
"P-please leave me alone, Hanna!" I begged.
"Of course not! I really do hate you!" She went away, leaving me alone covered in dirt.
*****
I never said anything about Hanna or the people that bullied me. Then, I met a

HabitWhen I was younger, my mother told me that no matter how bad things got, life would always turn out alright if I pushed on and smiled. Just pretend that none of the bad stuff was happening, fix a beautiful smile on your face and watch the world eventually smile with you.

That was ten years ago. Now I smile for a living and it turns out, my mother is a liar.

But the habit
still
fucking

stuck.

The Truth.It makes no sense to worry about what you can't control. Yes, I'm talking to you -- in my art, with my life. It's all a double barrel pointed at your forehead lately. And maybe this isn't subtle, but at least you'll understand. Do you remember when you told me I didn't know what I wanted and I pretended I did and then whispered you were right? I won't pretend it isn't a cloudy landscape, but I'm learning. Learning about changing your mind, about saying things I don't mean but that become the truth before I have time to stop them...I didn't want to say you're right; I still don't, I can't, but maybe you are. Maybe. There are things you

my brother { the pianoman }He is one with the music.

The Shadow Man: A Retelling This is my recollection of an event that happened to me a few years past. Believe it our not, it doesn't matter, but this is the story of how I learned to fear the dark.

It was a Tuesday night, as I was preparing for bed so that I may be rested for school the next day. It was sometime in November, as things were cooling and nights lengthening. I turned out my lights and began to fall asleep. It was a dark room, but the only source of light there was, was from my digital clock, as a faint orange glow gave of the faintest light. It didn't help me see anything at all, but it was enough to tell the shapes of items in my room.

Loas a mi padreHace muchos años que navego por el mundo con el padre que por más lejos que este de mi me hace saber que esta cerca.
Mi padre que me vio caminar con confianza aun antes de que diera mis primeros pasos.
Mi padre, Tal vez corto en mi disciplina tal vez corto en palabras pero nunca corto en corazón.
El que cada día miro sabiendo que me apoyara en mis decisiones por que gracias a el sé que tomare las correctas.
Por que se que lo que soy y lo que seré será gracias al amor que el y mi madre me han dado,
Por que sé que no importa que tan lejos navegue siempre volverá siempre lo hará.
O buen marino acompáñame al muelle esta tarde para que yo misma pueda tomar el río.
Un gran escritor dijo una vez que los hijos somos el legado de la belleza de nuestros padres, y aunque ahora les pertenezco algún día dejare el muelle y le perteneceré al mundo y cuando lo haga recorrer

Scripture Memories 7"And immediately Jesus stretched out His hand and caught him, saying, 'Oh you of little faith, why did you doubt?' "
Matthew 14:31

Doubt is a constant enemy that badgers and hunts down believers. In fact, doubt rules the world of man. No one is sure about anything anymore. So many people doubt or don't believe anything. How many people doubt God exists at all? How many Christians toy with the thought that maybe they are wrong...that their belief is wrong? I know I have in the past. Anyone who believes in God comes to a point in their life where they question God's existence. We all do it.

Another thing that gets me is when believers doubt t

Comic ArtistComic Artist

A scratch comes from a pen, yet no ink falls from its ballpoint tip. The glowing screen is in front of my fair-skinned face. Shadows flicker on the somewhat tanned surface, the darkness struggling to conceal the rest of my body. Black lines, angles, and squares within a rectangle. Circles, cylinders, triangles, and shapes of fruit, some bigger than other, all of this makes up the world I’m trying to refine. Slowly those simple shapes transform. The circles are now heads and eyes. Squares and rectangles morph into buildings. Triangles shift into leaves and blades. They are part of my world.

Given shapes form now, layers ar

Life Lessons From a Fictional FatherIt was a dry and blisteringly hot California spring the first time I was introduced to Spider-Man. To be precise, it was the spring of 2002 – the year that my mother and father went through a particularly nasty divorce. I would expand on the details of why exactly they divorced, but to tell the truth, it would likely take far too long, and it’s not a subject on which I like to dwell. But I can recap for you the last day I lived in my father’s house (and it was, of course, my father’s house; he wouldn’t have been caught dead sharing property with my mother, even in marriage.) In my last day living in Nevada, the h

Victim of Torment.Torment.

That's what you did to me.
As my brain tried to comprehend,
You went and tried to tear me apart.

I told you that you were the reason.
The reason why I almost tried to hang myself.
You laughed at me.
Your friends mocked me.

And to this day I still shudder.
Thinking of the wrongs you have done.
You tore me apart.
You made me never forget.

Never forget the time you made me suicidal.

You shrug it off.

You don't acknowledge my existence.

I'm not important to you.

I cried myself to sleep every night.
I strayed away from life itself.
I was so close to killing myself,
Do you even know the physiological damage you did?

Every dear I f

A buttered sliceIt's a quiet morning. John has just returned from seeing the Admiral. I don't hear any shooting, so I guess that went alright. :) We're just about to settle in with breakfast; the weather is clear, the breeze calm, the water silent. It looks as though it will be another perfect day. Unless they've altered my memory again.

Lancelot Price 2013 June 16 Sunday

To JohnYou are not my children's father,
but still they have become very fond of you.
They liked you from the very start.
When I told Mechi you were coming to Argentina to meet me because you loved me she said, oh that is sweet.
I guess they appreciate what you have done for me in a way.
I know they love you.
And they miss you. They miss you around in the house, sitting at the table with us, cooking, working, talking, going places.
A couple of weeks after you had left Manuela said it was strange without you, she said that you were missing here.
You have become a part of their lives too, the father like figure.
Maguie adores you. You two have become

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Danny czuł się okropnie... Życie zawaliło mu się w oka mgnieniu. Ten miesiąc przesądził o niefartownym zakończeniu w niedalekiej przyszłości.
Chłopak trzymał w ręce zdjęcie. Znajdowała się na nim jego rodzina w komplecie. Ponownie otarł łzy z policzka zbyt długim rękawem bluzy i odgarnął z czoła czarne włosy. Nie mógł wytrzymać tego uczucia, że jego brakuje. Mimo, że minął już tydzień od jego śmierci Danny nadal rozpaczał nad brakiem ojca. On go rozumi

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by =CreationsOfMyMind, Dec 21, 2012, 6:57:26 AM
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Laying there, quietly, alone
Quiet
The feeling of something is there, unseen, but there
I sit up, but my body remains laying down
As I shout "show yourself" the figure becomes more visible
I lay back down and see the creature standing there
Glowing eyes piercing through me, Head of a wolf, tall, very tall
Draped in a long black hooded cloak or robe
Its hands, I can never get those things out of my head as it reached for me
Long fingers, almost like claws that are twice as long as the finger as a man
This is what haunts me, this is what hunts me

It grows closer

Help me before it hurts me more

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I woke up to this today
Not exactly what I wanted to deal with

I always knew that I have a poltergeist in my closet but this is just the icing on my cake

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