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꧁poetry sentence starters꧂
from the first 70 pages of “whiskey words & a shovel” by r.h. Sin
“ you’re so used to being mistreated. ”
“ you’ve gotten so used to being hurt that happiness scares you. ”
“ who robbed you of innocence? ”
“ who was your first? ”
“ and the saddest part of all? you’ll cling to the good memories, as if there were any. ”
“ the pain will always be there. ”
“ so many people are setting the bar really low. ”
“ you get what you allow. ”
“ i was never what you wanted. ”
“ i was just the one you settled for. ”
“ you’re an experience. ”
“ meet me here. ”
“ you were never the one. ”
“ this was never love. ”
“ you were simply necessary. ”
“ i had to be hurt by you. ”
“ i hope you find what you’re looking for. ”
“ i hope you find the truth. ”
“ and that’s how they control you. ”
“ our version of living feels more like death. ”
“ i understand you. ”
“ i was forced to survive in your absence. ”
“ i was faced with the realization that I never needed you. ”
“ you’re always apologizing. ”
“ one day I’ll stop listening. ”
“ we grew apart.”
“ we stopped trying. ”
“ i’m trying to get better. ”
“ i’m trying to get better at walking away from unhealthy situations. ”
“ i struggle with the idea of anyone loving me unconditionally. ”
“ sometimes I wish you waited for me. ”
“ i got tired of going through the same shit with different people. ”
“ it’s not your fucking fault. ”
“ you can’t change a man. ”
“ the thought of being in love is blinding. ”
“ bargaining using sex. either way you get screwed. ”
“ the memories hurt the most. ”
“ sometimes i get tired of thinking about the things that i don’t want to think about. ”
“ sometimes i get so fucking tired. ”
“ tonight, you’ll be the death of me. ”
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Mun and muses!


The blonde is Salahna, BLU sniper.
The red head is Shia, BLU scout.
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With a wide and long shirt hanging loose as pajamas Salahna calmly combed her long blonde hair before going to rest for the night. As the comb ran through the strands she hummed a song and ocasionally sang the bits and pieces she remembered of the lyrics.
For a few seconds the room was filled with her melodic voice and she sang. “I am a wild child. Innocent, wild and free. I have all ages, my ancestors live within me...”
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Now fear was being replaced by anger. Why did he keep following her like that? Couldn’t he just appear somewhere else? She didn’t have any intentions to infiltrate the RED base, she just wanted a peaceful walk then why did he kept coming back for her? Was it really THAT amusing?
The orange haired scout frowned at his words and clenched her fists. “Easy? Easy!? You should call it unfair! You can appear anywhere! And I have ta run. NOT fun.” The girl almost pouted with an angry expression which made her look like a child.
“Why don’t we settle this once and for all!” At top speed the girl dashed towards the man and prepared to land a punch to his face.
𝓝𝓸𝓽 𝓪 𝓕𝓪𝓷𝓬𝔂 𝓜𝓮𝓮𝓽𝓲𝓷𝓰
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As he introduced himself the scout felt herself relax a little but it was soon taken away once he added the ‘yet’ in the sentence. And reassured her that he could give her reasons to be afraid. Of course, as he kept on talking it only fueled the girl’s terror. Really being trapped on that spot with a person who spoke about killing and apparently could teleport without any mechanical assistance was terrifying.
Although he did suggested for her to run. And you know, it was a chance she was going to take.
Her features were now determined than scared as she dashed out of the scene as fast as she could. She didn’t care if he could teleport to her in a second, at least she wasn’t cornered by him and the wall. Now she could fight.... Fight him... Fight him? It was worth a shot.
The scout soon stopped running and glanced around. She didn’t take such a cramped space to hide this time but she was still using every wall as a cover.
𝓝𝓸𝓽 𝓪 𝓕𝓪𝓷𝓬𝔂 𝓜𝓮𝓮𝓽𝓲𝓷𝓰
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Shia breathed in and out in order to keep her sounds at a minimun and avoid being spotted so soon. But in a flash second the sniper was sitting on top of the barrel where she was hiding behind. At the realization the scout fell on her bottom, kicked the barrel as she attempted to crawl away but only met a wall at her back. She looked up to the man with a lot of shock reflected on her eyes.
The girl attempted to speak but only gaping sounds where heard. She was too startled no scared of what she had witnessed. He just appeared out of thin air and was right besides her. Now she was cornered. She didn’t know what to do, her voice didn’t work properly and her body was shaking too much to even try to get a hold of her fish-bat. But still she tried to do something... anything.
“Wh...Who.... a-are you!?” She managed to yell at the man with the best shaky voice she could force out.
𝓝𝓸𝓽 𝓪 𝓕𝓪𝓷𝓬𝔂 𝓜𝓮𝓮𝓽𝓲𝓷𝓰
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The sky was painted in beautiful pink and orange colors as the sun set and Shia was still walking around the premises even hours after the daily battle ended. It was something she did occasionally when she didn’t want to go in the base. At least not so soon.
The scout walked and walked, and began she was entering the RED’s perimeter.She didn’t mind much since there was basically no one at this hours so she kept on walking and playing with her fish-bat around. Everything seemed so calmed and peace and-…
Not so far she saw a silhouette of what it seemed to be a sniper. Odd clothes but there were red details so she quickly assumed that it was an enemy. She ran as fast as she could and entered a nearby building where she hid behind some wooden barrels. There she decided to wait until that person walked away and she could resume walking again…
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𝓝𝓸𝓽 𝓪 𝓕𝓪𝓷𝓬𝔂 𝓜𝓮𝓮𝓽𝓲𝓷𝓰
@bloodyrevenant
The sky was painted in beautiful pink and orange colors as the sun set and Shia was still walking around the premises even hours after the daily battle ended. It was something she did occasionally when she didn’t want to go in the base. At least not so soon.
The scout walked and walked, and began she was entering the RED’s perimeter.She didn’t mind much since there was basically no one at this hours so she kept on walking and playing with her fish-bat around. Everything seemed so calmed and peace and-...
Not so far she saw a silhouette of what it seemed to be a sniper. Odd clothes but there were red details so she quickly assumed that it was an enemy. She ran as fast as she could and entered a nearby building where she hid behind some wooden barrels. There she decided to wait until that person walked away and she could resume walking again...
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Snow white and Graphite Black!
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seventeen weeks of snowing: week thirteen » snow white / mary margaret blanchard
“Your happy ending may not be what you expect. That is what will make it so special.”
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Naelyn Pike, a 16-year-old member of the Chiricahua Apache tribe, demonstrated in Times Square on Friday against a land swap between the federal government and a copper company that could affect land the protestors hold sacred.
NY Times article http://tinyurl.com/qdh4prh
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