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OMG... No!! Mitsuhide do something!!!

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Me all the time...

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Stop talking yourself out of opportunities because you don't feel like you're "ready" yet. It's time. You're ready now.

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My Writer’s Block

Sometimes I wonder : is it worth it? Every page, every sentence, every word. Every time I try to put them together they slip through my fingers as if they never existed. Lost in this chaotic space and my empty mind. Every second spent trying to escape them I’m constantly reminded of them. Not by my surroundings or my loved ones, but by myself. By my imagination and it is all so that they can find a place in this existence and not just drift in my wonderland-like-junk. And so they compel me to create worlds, places, people in which they can find themselves and in them I find myself.

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It seems as if everything is going wrong in this world😱😱😱 why did this have to happen too? I just hope that no one dies (though I had a feeling that it's inevitable...)

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😍 I saw a glimpse of heaven.

I’ll take one of each please ✨🔮⚡️

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📕📗📘📚

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CampNaNo motivation ;) anyone else doing it?

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Some of my D-gray man fanart!! I could not get enough of the anime. And now that it's gonna continue this year 😍😍

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❤️ this

                          “It’s the good things that hurt when you’re missing them.”  

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I loved this one a lot~

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In trig the following day, Daemon tapped his pen off my back. “I’m not going to be at your training today,” he said in a low voice. Disappointment swelled inside me. Even though Daemon usually wasn’t the most helpful person during these sessions, I truly believed the reason I’d been able to move the books was because of him. And yeah, I also looked forward to seeing him. Sigh. I forced a shrug, playing it cool. “Okay.” His emerald-colored eyes met mine for a brief moment and then he sat back, scribbling along his notebook. Feeling as if I’d been dismissed, I faced the front of the class and exhaled slowly. Carissa tossed a folded-up note on my desk. Curious, I spread it open. Why the :( face? Gosh, was I that obvious? I scribbled a quick message: Just tired. heart your new glasses. And I did. They were a rocking zebra print. I managed to toss the note back to her. We weren’t worried about our teacher—it was doubtful he could see all the way to the back of the classroom. The guy made Santa look young. A few seconds later, the note was back on my desk. I grinned as I unfolded it. Thank you. Lesa wants me to tell you: “Daemon looks hot today.” I have to agree. I laughed under my breath and wrote back, Daemon always looks hot!!! Stretching into the aisle, I went to drop the note back on Carissa’s desk. Before it could leave my fingertips, it was snatched from my hand. Son of a donkey butt! My mouth dropped open and my cheeks burned. Twisting around in my seat, I glared at Daemon. He held the note close to his chest and grinned. “Passing notes is bad,” he murmured. “Give it back,” I hissed. Shaking his head, he unfolded the note much to my—and I’m sure, to Lesa’s and Carissa’s—horror. I wanted to die as I watched those vibrant eyes quickly scan the note. I knew when he got to my part, because his dark brows shot up his forehead. He grinned, used his mouth to pop off the cap on his pen, and wrote something on the page. Groaning, I glanced at Lesa and Carissa. Lesa’s mouth was hanging open and Carissa’s cheeks matched mine. God, he was taking enough time. Daemon finally folded the note and handed it back. “There you go, Kitten.” “I hate you.” I snapped around—just in time, because the teach was scanning the classroom. When he went back to the chalkboard, I handled the note like it was a bomb. Slowly and carefully, I unfolded the damn thing. And I died a little more. That note would never, ever see the light of day again. I refolded the paper and shoved it in my bookbag, my movements stiff and my entire body enflamed. Daemon chuckled.

Excerpt From: Jennifer L. Armentrout. “Onyx.”

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They are probably telling them to shut up but I'm like - SPIL now!!

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XD

SO I WAS WATCHING MIRACULOUS LADYBUG AND A FUCKING LADYBUG LANDED ON MY COMPUTER SCREEN