The Girl with the Books

Cold, unloving, unfeeling, unexpressive. Cold, unloving, unfeeling, unexpressive. Cold, unloving, unfeeling, unexpressive. No emotion, no care, no sympathy. No emotion, no care, no sympathy. No emotion, no care, no sympathy. Stop. This is what I fear, what I face, and what I fear, is my face. Cold, unloving, unfeeling, unexpressive. Cold, unloving, unfeeling, unexpressive. Cold, unloving, unfeeling, unexpressive. No emotion, no care, no sympathy. No emotion, no care, no sympathy. No emotion, no care, no sympathy. Stop. I don't want to be this way, yet there is no way to change, to be seperate from it. It is I and I it. Cold, unloving, unfeeling, unexpressive. Cold, unloving, unfeeling, unexpressive. Cold, unloving, unfeeling, unexpressive. No emotion, no care, no sympathy. No emotion, no care, no sympathy. No emotion, no care, no sympathy. Stop. I am fruatrated, at an extent of my emotional range, but I cannot say why. I resort to what I hate to tell it. I just want it to end. To be done. Stop. Cold, unloving, unfeeling, unexpressive. Cold, unloving, unfeeling, unexpressive. Cold, unloving, unfeeling, unexpressive. No emotion, no care, no sympathy. No emotion, no care, no sympathy. No emotion, no care, no sympathy. Stop. Beep boop son, beep boop.

Thanks! That means something to me because I personally hate all of my "poetry" stuffs, so hearing that someone enjoys it is nice.

I slip into to its warm embrace. I chuckle, a bit of my soul leaping from my lips as I do. Warm embrace. I mutter to myself, shaking my head. The night closes in and the wind whispers across the water. My hair falls behind me and dances. My cold heart not even chilled by the cruel fangs of the air as it bites at me, trying to gnaw away at my shirt. My mug has long lost it's breathe, too weak to stay awake in this weather. I plead that smooth feeling to roll over me, to make this seem right, but it doesn't come. The book didn't help, the music didn't help, and the tea certainly wasn't going to be doing much now. My eyes float slowly as I fight fatigue and weakness. A sigh dives from my mouth into the darkness just at the wind picks up. My hair leaps now, wishing only to return to the warmth. The fangs dig deeper and I feel my stomach clench as a single tooth breaks the skin. Finally, it happens. A wave washes over me and I feel better. My stomach relaxes and my hair calms down. True warmth washes over me and I am at peace in the bitter cold of the old November night. I smile for what proves to be the first time in too great of a time.

Here we are, somethings that are very beautiful. Books and music. In reality, the two aren't that different at all. They both have the same uses, the same feelings, the same flaws; and one of the most important things to remember is that greatness and beauty are rarely measures of how flawless or perfect something is.

I would... I blush very deeply and look at the ground. A smile would slowly creep across my face and I would start giggling to myself. I'd look up into their face and whisper, "You aren't real..." before turning away, taking a quick chuckle at my own expense, and returning to my book.

It seems a lot of people don't have anyone to buy gifts for, as such I can't stand idly by as my fellow forum goer suffers such torture. Here's an idea, you guys by me books and I'll be your "Special Saomepony" come Christmas! ^_~ What? WHAT?!

Life is a generally dull thing, "nature's way of keeping meet fresh." The only reason anyone's life matters or has flavor is through achieving. To achieve, one must feel pain and now what defeat is otherwise, what is victory other than just the norm of reality? Think of it this way, zero-gravity situations are only unique, interesting, and/or important to you if you've been subject to gravity your whole life. The instant you are introduced to a zero-gravity situation again, it becomes less exciting, less of an adventure. Now, as to if I myself would accept such an offer, I will leave that up to your minds to quess.

I have never not used my starter in a Pokemon game, I always find a use for him/her on my team. Once upon a time, when I used to do a bit of competative playing, I would use some starters in the UU and RU leagues. I still remember sweeping at the Battle Frontier with (yes, I know, not real competative play but it's just an example) a Sceptile, a Gardevoir, and a Kingdra.

I don't like scars. :/ Anyway, I have scar on the top of my scalp from falling curtains. I had just finished hanging them up when I turned around to pick up a screw and the tension rod broke. The jagged end of the rod fell on my head.

The Gray Loveseat of Waffles.

"I'm gonna headbutt ya!" I -

No way, I could never compete with my own love for books, so there is no way I could win the affection of my male self. We would both go unloved, reading our lives away...

The ignorant fools of society. Those who blindly follow others without asking themselves why. Those who are capable of achieving, but refuse to and still complain. Those who have the opportunities to learn, to read, to make themselves a better person, one that is a true value to society, one that is worth their cost. Also, people who get bodyshots with the Hitman's Heatmaker or Bazaar Bargain. That's just plain wrong. I don't mind Machina bodyshots, its meant to get them, and missing with the stock is understandable, but the Heatmaker and the Bazaar are meant to get headshots!

"Hey buddy, I'm speaking in an accent that is beyond her range of hearing!" I was born up north but then I moved down south so I have this weird pseudo-northern accent but I also have some southern twang (not much but it's there). I don't have a speech impediment but at times, if I foget what I'm about to say, I just stop moving with my conversation and repeat the last few words that I said. I easily get off topic and, as a matter of fact, I'm usually thinking of two or three turns a conversation can take before ianyone else even responds.

The original is my favorite. The most memorable characters, less dues ex machina cards, decks that weren't painfully terrible tributes to the character's interests.

Team Fortess 2, Bastion, and Bioshock are getting some nice attention from me right now. Although I've nearly finished Bioshock and I'm playing Game Plus in Bastion since I've already beaten it.

*cough*Snoop Lion*cough* "Now Angel dear, this isn't what it looks like. You know we could never be together."

Pfft, do I have Plato or Homer? What kind of a question is that? You would benifit more from asking me if I had lungs or a beating heart.

I'll be fine, just let me read.

Animals keep forcing me to date them... Well, this is unexpected...

*finishes reading the book in her hands* *looks up* *pulls out flamethrower and backs away slowly*

Well, could be worse. I mean, books right?