H"eat choked up my neck. How dare he. "Hold your tongue or I'll rip it out. I serve gods. You serve a boy-king who has just garnered five ill portents.Careful, Number Six. Someone will accuse you of having too much fun up here on this god-awful hill."
FIor the past month,I've been trying to make my mornings less chaotic,My plan is pretty basic:leave my phone outside the bedroom,get up when the alarm goes off,make coffee,and take a short walk before keep turning one bad morning into a reason to abandon my whole routine
“No one is coming for you.” I hate this sentiment. I hate the individualistic nature of it. I hate that it belies the relationship that we have with ourselves. I hate how common it is.
Obviously I wasn’t in the Vietnam war but any veteran knows that no matter wha branch of service, whatever conflict you were in, if you had the balls to put in the uniform, we are BROTHERS and SISTERS for life.