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Real

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How am I meant to find love when I can’t even find my phone?

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“I don’t like where this is going.”

“Well it’s the only way we’re gonna survive.”

"How long can you hold your breath?"

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If i was in a hostage situation in a store or something with food, would it still be illegal to eat it? Bc like if i’m being held at gunpoint anyway I might as well get free food

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“What is a love triangle?”

An acute love story

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If you walk on eggshells for too long you will forget how to walk on solid ground.

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real

i feel like there's a point being the oldest sibling where you stop being your parents' child and start being just some person who happens to live in the house

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Reading to escape reality is nice until you finish your book.

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qtubbo being so utterly consuned by fred being taken that he has finally dropped the portrait of a naive and excitable good natured teen to reveal someone who knows how to make people hurt. how to destroy then and break them down poece by piece. and his eyes are not on the fed.

its on the islanders that underestimated and tossed him aside.

hes about to burn the world down cuz the one person he cares for was taken from him. and everyone is just gonna have to watch

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if you put a bunch of boys on an island, it usually has a similar result.

lord of the flies hehe haha

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“Oh hero~!” I sang, running over to my mentor.

“What now?” They asked, turning around. I ignored their cold tone and kept up my normal smile.

“I got what you asked for!” I replied happily and handed the hero the bracelet they asked me to get. They had sent me on a secret mission to gather it, said it was the most important mission I’ve ever been on.

The hero smiles, not at me, but at the bracelet. They yank the item from my hands and look at it in awe.

“You’ve outlived your purpose now.” They said with a cold smile.

Outlived my purpose? What does that mean? I tilted my head, not sure what they meant.

Before I could even ask, they pulled out a gun and held it to my head. “Sorry, Sunshine. It’s for the best really. You’re too kind and naive to be a hero.”

My eyes widened. This can’t be real. We are heroes, this isn’t…This is all wrong.

“..What?” I manage to ask, my voice dry with fear.

They smile, still holding the gun to my head. “You heard me, Sunshine. It’s time for you to go. The people are becoming far too fond of you, you’re killing my reputation.”

I stare at them with shock. Hero wouldn’t do this. My hero wouldn’t do this. “I- This is some sort of sick joke, isn’t it?” I chuckle awkwardly. I’m normally the one playing the jokes, hence the nickname ‘Sunshine’.

Hero sighs, seemingly getting bored of this interaction. They put their finger on the trigger and I close my eyes, waiting for the loud bang and darkness but instead..Silence.

I open my eyes to see..Villain? No, that can’t be right.

Villain is holding hero against the wall, how they did that silently, I have no idea. Or maybe I was too distracted waiting for my death to hear them enter.

Villain looks over at me and smiles, not like heroes cold smile though, it looks kind and almost sympathetic. “Hey kid. Don’t worry, I’ll take good care of you.”

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A Quick Guide to Colour Symbolism

Colour symbolism has been a long-standing part of the writers' craft. Colours can hold different meanings across various cultures, but here are some common examples of some colours and their associated imagery.

🍎 Red: Love, lust, anger, danger, violence, passion

💎 Blue: Tranquillity, calm, peace, sadness, isolation

🥬 Green: Jealousy, rebirth, growth, greed, renewal

♠️ Black: Death, sadness, loss, grief, evil, depression

🎀 Pink: Sweetness, love, kindness, innocence

🍊 Orange: Joy, creativity, energy, excitement

🌼 Yellow: Joy, cowardice, innocence, optimism

🏳️ White: Innocence, faith, peace, purity, mourning

🐴 Brown: Stability, comfort, predictability, boredom

💟 Purple: Royalty, bravery, virtue, luxury, spirituality

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Achilles: Has anyone ever told you they love you?

Patroclus: Do my parents count?

Achilles: Yes

Patroclus: Then no

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Fireworks aren't for everyone

(TW Mentions of death, gun, and war!)

Some stare in awe as colored lights fill the sky,

Some cheer and laugh as they echo through the night,

They are bright and beautiful, a sign of celebration, they love them.

Then there are those who hide,

Those who cover their ears and hold back tears,

Those who instead of seeing the pretty colors they feel fear,

They hear gunshots echoing through the sky,

Colors bleeding until they die.

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A Happy Bumble Bee

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They say kindness is power, but when I’m kind they call me weak.

They say i’m dumb and naive, but I just can’t think.

They say i’m too young to understand, but I understand perfectly.

I understand what can happen when a heart breaks.

I understand why they call me dumb and naive.

I understand that I am weak.

I understand they feel rage when they fight.

I understand their hearts are just not right.

I understand why they had to leave.

I just don’t understand why it had to be me.

They say i’m always smiling, always have something to tell

They say I’ve had it easy,

Never had a sad tale to tell

But, they didn’t see the life fade from his eyes

They didn’t see the look in her eyes

They didn’t hear the hatred or fights

They didn’t see the pain in my eyes

They know what they see,

A happy bumble bee.

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PSA:

1. If you are not silly, it is vital you become silly

2. If you are silly, you must stay silly

2. If you used to be silly but have stopped, you must make all efforts to return to silliness

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What is the difference between good and evil?

“What's the difference between good and evil?” The young girl asked her mother. 

“There isn’t one.” She answered simply.

“What do you mean? In the stories there is always a hero and a villain.” 

Her mother nodded, “And have you ever heard the villain's side of the story?” 

The young girl shook her head, “Well, no I don’t think so.”

“The hero fights for what's right, correct?” Her mother asked. The girl nodded, “So, what do you think the villain is fighting for?” 

The girl thought for a moment, “What they think is right? They are both fighting for what they believe in.”

Her mother nodded, “There is no difference between good and evil other than perspective. Both believe they are doing the right thing, and maybe after hearing the villain's story you will agree with them more than the hero.”