Conner ch.1August 8 Worried. Alone. Angry. Indifferent. Confused. Sad. Disgusted. Surprised. Fear. Relief. Longing. Anxiety. Pity. Torment. Agony. So stressed out you’ve been sick for three-fourths of your life. It sucks, doesn’t it? Doesn’t it?! Doesn’t it…Conner ch.1
Sorry. I sometimes get carried away.
Hi, I’m Conner. You don’t know me, and I don’t know you. Hell, I know no one, except my parents, that is. Well, not my biological parents, you see. I’m adopted. My biological parents gave me up because my mom is a drunk and my dad is a user. But I’m not really sure, ‘cause I ne
Brother of Mine-ch.3I didn’t bother with classes. Screw school.Brother of Mine-ch.3
I ran around the portables and to the parking lot. It was just my luck this morning that I got here somewhat early. I’d found a decent parking spot near the portable’s that had easy access to the road leading out of here.
By the time I was digging in my pockets for my keys, Michael was right behind me, reaching out. His hand grazed my shoulder and that was all the motivation I needed to speed up.
I hated my truck. It was one of those old ones with no backseat and was small and always cramped. The dark green paint was chipped in a few places and t
Brother of Mine-ch.2I walked as fast as I could without running down the hall and outside. Most of the high school was outside, in a way. All lockers were outside; there was a section most called the Breezeway, where my locker was, and I had to stop there first. With second lunch ending, there were more students everywhere, and I was hoping to lose Ryker in the crowd.Brother of Mine-ch.2
I wasn’t lucky enough.
He caught up to me and stayed behind me, silent the entire time. My hands tightened on the strap of my bag. I tried to force myself to calm down, but I couldn’t do it.
I got to my locker in the Breezeway and waited for the kid
Brother of Mine-ch.1The only person who didn’t think I was crazy, was a teacher who was slightly out-of-it herself.Brother of Mine-ch.1
I had no friends (the one friend I did have was murdered), hardly any family (my grandparents, on both sides, didn‘t want anything to do with me, no cousins or aunts or uncles to speak of, no siblings, my mother has vanished to Sin City, and my father is a drunk who is “never home”). The teachers didn’t bother me and the students ridiculed me. Sure, every year some freshman tries to make nice, but then they figure out who I am and scuttle away like the bugs they really are.
I slammed shut the book
paper cranes and picket fencesi am folding you one thousand paper cranes because it is all we have left.paper cranes and picket fences
legend says that if i fold one thousand paper cranes, i will get a wish. i could wish for a pair of iridescent wings or an ocean in a teacup or just to finally be happy again, but i don't want any of that--with every crane i fold i am imagining you. one crane for the circles under your eyes, one crane for your jutting ribs, one crane for every seizure.
i love you and you're dying and i will run out of paper trying to fold your broken pieces into birds.
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you drew me a picture of us in the future. our houses were
how to:being scared isn't at all like being nervous. it is opening the refrigerator door at three am, closing it. falling asleep and not realising you have woken up. wanting to disappear completely, and realise you could probably do it if you tried hard enough; making yourself stuck in your own mind. it is realising you could tell all your secrets to every soul in the world, and in the end it is still only you, sitting in that room and waiting. alone.how to:
everything becomes insignificant. any feelings you may have felt before. you don't even remember anymore why you were sprawled on the kitchen floor that night, drunk and crying. mumbling s
interstate 81.there's a metal star that is wasting away on a hill overlooking interstate 81. it blends in with the surrounding area; you can't really even see it unless you know it's there. and no one does. i like to think that it is a signboard from god, and i make tiny little prayers on it. my religion is in curling wires and burned out light bulbs, and my lord is the same colour as the sky and the treetops. honestly, i believe that rusting metal has as much a chance as anything for inspiring faith.interstate 81.
there's a deer lying broken on the side of the road. it's sprawled in a shallow ditch with its four legs splayed awkwardly, h
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Ello every one.
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"Doesn't matter who they are, I'll fuckin' kill 'em all" ~Grimmjow
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"Sarcasm is my body's natural defense against stupidity."
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the sky is whats up
how is your summer going so far?
how is your drawing coming?
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if you dont draw at all over the summer, by the tyime school starts you'll be so rusty your drawings wont be as good as they once were
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Would you like to be a watcher?
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"The living beauty of nature cannot be copied, it can only be expressed."
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"Cool! Look! A Manatee fart!"
Chris Krat from Kratts' Creatures
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Much appreciated!
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It grows with oxygen.
Feeds on belongings.
And dies when doused with water.
Though it may seem put out;
It's always waiting for another spark the start it over.
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I tried to see things from your point of veiw, but I couldn't get my head that far up my ass.
'It's no longer Potions Master, now it's; Severus Snape- SEX'
Harry Potter pwns all, expecialy when there's slash involved~♥
why?
and when?
and do you know where?
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