My storySO MY STORY BEGINS HERE...My story1 day ago in Introductions & Chapters More Like This
I am basically just going to put kinda my life story online so to whoever wants to know about my stupid life THIS IS FOR YOU! anyone can read this just if you know me in real life dont come and find me and ask about shit and dont go commenting and asking me crap cause i dont have time for you questions but if it is someone who i dont know go ahead feel free to ask about my life if i decide to give you their real names. but so just have fun and read!!
so lets sum up the very beginning of my 8th grade year in junior high/middle school whatever you want to call it.
so practically i was just like in love like i always am with a girl
Historia postaci SamsonHistoria postaciHistoria postaci Samson17 hours ago in Introductions & Chapters More Like This
Słuchajcie mnie ludzie niewierni i ci co wieżą w fałszywe bóstwa, a dostąpicie możliwości stania się członkiem jedynego prawdziwego kościoła wierzącego w jedynego prawdziwego boga i jego głos, który odnalazłem i jest teraz z nami. Nie wszystkim jest dane go usłyszeć, lecz wysłuchajcie całej historii od początku.
Jako prosty mieszkaniec Nowego Yorku ciężko pracowałem by zostać wysokiej klasy informatykiem, lecz koniec końców skończyłem z łopatą przy odgruzowywaniu budynków. Podczas pracy wykopałem „Boga*”, Który po paru dniach od uruchomienia zaczął do mnie przemawiać i przysłał swojego anioła*. Mieszkańcy Nowego Yorku okazali się nie czuli na moje nauki więc wyruszyłem w pielgrzymkę po świecie bym mógł
Nocturnal Antics I was living with my sister and her three children at the time. As I recall, It was about nine o' clock or ten PM and all the children were asleep. Lauren was in her bedroom studying and I was in the living room watching Hellraiser 3 on youtube.Nocturnal Antics14 minutes ago in Short Stories More Like This
The bedrooms were situated on the opposite side of the house from the living room and conjoined on one hallway that opened into the kitchen, and the living room. A kids' room in the far corner of the house was conjoined with the kitchen via an open plan, also shared an open doorway with the living room where I sat. From the computer desk, I could look to my right down the hallway and see the girls' shared room at the end, Lauren's room across from it, the boy's room right next to the girls', and the open doorway to the kitchen. If I leaned to the right and looked straight ahead, I could see the floor length curtain that obscured a large glass sliding door in the kids' room. Looking back, I think it's a bit odd that we
Weekly Writing Prompt 2 - Save Yourself[Note down the words to a nursery rhyme, poem, or song that you often heard when you were little.]Weekly Writing Prompt 2 - Save Yourself1 hour ago in Stories & Vignettes More Like This
"Turn out the light
Just say goodnight, to yourself
May I remind you
When you find you, you're all alone is when you've got to be strong
Cause that's when they call you, in the night
He's got your picture in his mind
He's got your number on a paper at his disposal anytime"
First few verses from Save Yourself by Sense Field <3 My Dad played guitar and they broke up after my accident, but I can still vividly remember being at his concerts and all the weird smells and loud people. There was graffiti and stuff sometimes and I met a bunch of eclectic people, but even as a 3 year old girl I don't ever remember feeling scared at all. Not even the slightest bit intimidated. Just confused and excited and sleepy and barely paying attention to the people around me cuz I'm too busy looking for Daddy and Jon on stage. I'd fall asleep to it in the car and there was no safer feeling in the wo
Growing Up Transgender: Shaving... ew.So just like boobs, I went through the first bit of time of being out blissfully ignorant to the fact that someday I'd need to start shaving my body if I wanted to continue to pass.Growing Up Transgender: Shaving... ew.2 hours ago in Stories & Vignettes More Like This
The ignorance was zapped away one day when during the summer my about 13 year-old self walked down to this nice little playground outside a school that I used to always play on. I was lucky this time because there happened to be a couple girls about my age there instead of the usual group of preschoolers with their moms. The girls were very willing to play a few games.
It was a really hot day so all I was wearing was one of my t-shirts and a pair of shorts. Which was fine while we were playing basic tag and whatnot. But at one point we'd gotten up onto one of those really weird tee-pee shaped spinny things that are really no fun without someone strong to push you. I liked to climb into the top part and so I did... and the other girls were down on the bottom. I let my legs dangle down as we were just talking
Rapidos en Jalcomulco Veracruz-¿Cómo nos vamos a llamar?Rapidos en Jalcomulco Veracruz7 hours ago in Stories & Vignettes More Like This
-Las "No caídas"
Y pum, que me caigo.
Afortunadamente al inicio del recorrido íbamos en primer lugar, y teníamos la ventaja de tener al río para nosotros solos.
Desde una piedra peluda, patos sobre una pata en las piedras, rocas con forma de elefante y ballena, un árbol con flores rosas, "La Bruja", en donde una balsa se volcó, hasta "El Huevo", en donde uno sale estrellado.
Y casual que una de las balsas se atoró entre las piedras y no llevábamos ni quince minutos de recorrido.
Resultó que fueron veinticuatro rápidos, y los pasamos sentados, parados y hasta acostados.
-Puede que se mojen.
Claro, es posible, pero solo te mojas todo entero. Y pues ya qué, si ya estás empapado dentro de la balsa, ¿por que no? Empápate más metiéndote al agua. Pero eso si, allá tu como te vuelves a subir. Pareces un saco de papas,
The Whole Nine Yards: W3: D5I think the one time in the life where I have gone ‘the whole nine yards’ is those three years I spent studying for my philosophy degree at the University of the West of England (usually abbreviated to UWE), situated in the picturesque and rather friendly part of England known as Bristol. Not as reputable as Oxford of Cambridge it is merely a mid-ranking university, however at the time I was there its philosophy department was one of the best the UK had to offer as it was headed by Dr Iain Hamiliton Grant a giant within the field of metaphysics.The Whole Nine Yards: W3: D513 hours ago in Stories & Vignettes More Like This
During these years I spent one-hundred and twenty hours a week (on average) working away on numerous essays mostly concerning Aristotelianism, ethics, and political thought. All of this worked towards my final thesis on the matter of whether or not we can claim all of modern ethics is be either Aristotelian or Nietzschean in design. A claim made by Alasdair MacIntyre. I however disagreed with this, pointing out the both Aristotelian
I'm Doing Pretty Well. ch.6I'm Doing Pretty Well. ch.6I'm Doing Pretty Well. ch.61 day ago in Stories & Vignettes More Like This
I… Every time I think about… what we did.. specifically feeling your… feeling you like that… in-between my legs…I don't think it was real. The only times this has happened before was in sudden dreams that have left me confused the next morning… That specific feeling… I think,"I can't believe my brother and I did that… I can't believe we did that… I can't believe we did that." There's no consoling the thought. There's no way to convince me that this is the new reality. How is it possible that my best friend for all these years… how is it that we end up like that? How is it possible that he had… he was… in that condition and… in contact with me… and made me make noises… how is that possible that things ended up here? He puts his hand over my mouth because … that's … we don't want to…