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
ObsessionIt takes 14 minutes and twelve seconds to walk to your home from mine every day. Your mother never fails to smile at me when she opens the door. I never fail to notice that it doesn't reach her eyes anymore.Obsession by UntamedUnwanted
You leave your door open an exact two point three centimeters. I don't think you do it on purpose. There is something wrong with the wood that has left it that way. I pause one foot outside the door and listen to you cough, trying to determine how sick you feel today. I hate that every time I think you are particularly ill, I am always right.
Six months, seventeen days and fourteen hours. That is how long its been since the doctors told us you had an illness. I sat there with your parents, listening to a man who said words like 'terminal' and 'leukemia', and counted the number of times he said 'patient' as if it were your name (Seventeen).
The blood bank says one unit is four hundred and fifty milliliters and I watch as they put the needle into my ar
Auditor of the Ashes"I am an incalculable rhythm of distinction."Auditor of the Ashes by enigmaticsmile
Those words being uttered from the other side of the cubicle wall were not expected, but they could not be labeled as "unexpected" in my inventory of daily expectations. "Is that so, Rod?"
"I am a paradigm of undiscovered configurations."
This second phrase fell on me as the first. "Well, that may be true, but you know how much they love it when you talk to me over the cube wall like that. I hope this audit project hasn't finally pushed you over the edge."
"I am a master of untamed neuropathic swings."
It was that statement, I see now in hindsight's tremendous focus, when I began to worry. "Oh, you're the Jonas Salk of neuropathy now? I thought you were an accountant?"
"I am the King of Spades, and I have an ace up my sleeve."
I heard his chair push back, the plastic wheels rolling across the plastic mat, and his Oxfords made a few taps on the mat until they transitioned to the carpet. He was go
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.|
Current Residence: 12 miles north of Nowhere.
deviantWEAR sizing preference: Medium
Operating System: Windows XP, finally.
Shell of choice: Scallop shell! Yeee!
Wallpaper of choice: The one that's on my wall, with the askew turtle.
Skin of choice: Um, mine? I like how I look.
Personal Quote: And he had them all thrown into the sea and drowned!