I heard there’s a being known as “Prime Human” that lurks the Macadenia Forest with the ability to shapeshift and mimic voices along its path, having no sight of its original form.
We know death comes sooner or later, so to me her death is simply the conclusion of one of the fullest most vibrant lives any of us have witnessed. What else can we ask for?
The reality is that "unpleasant" thing is not going to just go away because we don't want to deal with it. At some point, we will face it again and again and again, until we have no choice but to deal with it.
RIowan: I had been up most of the night wondering what on gods green earth i was going to do with her. i mean she couldnt stay here but i also could'nt send her back to her step dad. It read "Mom is gone so just make ypur way down stairs when your up" i made my way down stairs.
Guerilla Warfare. The Revealer Of The Lord’s Year. Endure Until The End. I’m Like Shakur In The Benz. This World Is Satanic. My Soul Is Organic. Remain Pure. Walk Thru Them Doors. My Redeemer. I Ain’t No Streamer. Stay Awake In The Spirit.
чвей-то перстень из шлиха.ш ней хром, в ней железо, в ней
Скатулка. В ней окись алюминия,
зопка Гроб сверкает. Не гроб —
значит: Магадан — это рот.
значит: в шулюм крошить сопку,
Гначит: зубами хватать корунд,
ештальтистски присваивать опыт —
I'm French, and I do tend to make a lot of mistakes while writing, and I really struggle to proofread my own work, but I'd still rather do as few mistakes as I can.