Ave Stella Maris et Regina CaelorumHail Mary, full of grace-Ave Stella Maris et Regina Caelorum by AndreaHarper
I'm sorry. I don't remember the rest.
Maybe if I did then the idea of prayer wouldn't feel so much like begging.
The lessons I am told you mean to teach are not the lessons I have learned, and I do not think I was meant to be a martyr.
I have always dealt with my problems by building towers in my head to hide from them in, castles in the air that solve nothing and do not hinder anyone but myself. I am not brave. I am not kind. And I have been hurt so often that I do not think anyone will ever love me, because while broken things are beautiful, I have never been anything more than passably pretty since I was just walking, and there is not enough left of me to hold anything more than indifference. I have never loved easily, and I have never been loved by someone who was not obligated by blood to do so, and I do not know which one broke me first.
Once upon a time there was a little mermaid who dreamt of a soul of her own, and lost everything for it. Disney offere
The Genetics of PsychologyThe older man is tall and imposing, the pudge lining his stomach easily ignored in favor of his demeanor. This man is at once an awful ally and an even worse enemy. Even so, the boy weighs his choices carefully before saying yes.The Genetics of Psychology by ohmistermagazine
"I want to teach you, boy," the man says. The boy has noticed the man's obsession with his own voice.
"Teach me what?" You are sixteen, he reminds himself. You are not yet invincible.
"We shall see."
The boy does not want to see. His vision is fine. He would rather learn to feel. Quickly, however, he learns that feeling is not necessary in a laboratory, because all that goes on there is based on numbers and laws and not heart. That is why he both loves and loathes that laboratory.
"So, tell me what you want to learn, boy," the man commands.
He doesn't have to think much only long enough to gather his words. "I want to find the heart."
Because the man is not psychological, he teaches the boy about the heart. He shows him veins
I went and saw WALL-E just before I had this done, so of course I was laughing my head off when the robot was drawing this. Surprisingly enough, I look really, really evil, and you can't see my glasses at all.|
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