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What You Learn From The Stars1. The stars are the greatest liars to ever exist.
2. They will always remind you of him.
3.  Your obsession starts when your cousin gets a telescope.  He wants to be an astronaut.  He shows you Orion.  The two of you sit in the long summer grass with your necks tilted back and he tells you about flight and velocity, but all you know is gravity.  The way it drags your limbs low.  You listen and stare over the treeline and wonder why people are always trying to explain things instead of just letting them exist. 
4.  You buy a box of glow-in-the-dark star stickers.  There are sheets, and there are thousands.  You use an encyclopedia to look up star maps and painstakingly recreate the winter night sky in the northern hemisphere.  Your fingers bleed from the pointy corners sticking under your nails but on stormy nights at least you still have the stars.
5.  You learn about horoscopes, try to find your zodiac so you can know your f
I know Pewdiepie for the first time...I know Pewdiepie for the first time when I was surfing at the google, searching how to play Amnesia: The Dark Decent. That's the time I found his video with the title AMNESIA SCARY REACTION (and funny). From the starter, I thought he's just an ordinary guy who needs a attention, needs a fame, and etc. And also with the weird title and with his weird face, I also thought maybe he's a crazy guy ever.

I clicked his video, connected to youtube, and watch it. It's start for all sudden of!
His face at the right top, his face looks confuse. Since I didn't watch any Amnesia (because it's my first time to know it!), I watch his video carefully,... He
SHORT STORY: How did I meet Vince"Hello, my name is Sakura. I'm a young 15 years old girl, I see you want to know the story. Well, I'll tell you"
When I was 13 years old, I created a character for my self: a pink haired girl called Sakura-chan. Strong, beautiful, everything I wanted to be. I decided to cosplay as her, and since then I cosplayed everyday, even thought my father said I shouldn't go out like that. One day, I decided to went shopping.
"You're not going out in that outfit, aren't you?" My father said, then said my stepmother:
"Come on Hideki, let her be. She's still young"
"Thank you, Emi-okasan*! Thank you, oto-san*!"
I went out happily, untill I felt myself being pushed and kicked in the gut by someone. It was a blonde girl with blue eyes.
"Haha, look, I didn't know it was Halloween!"
"P-please leave me alone, Hanna!" I begged.
"Of course not! I really do hate you!" She went away, leaving me alone covered in dirt.
*****
I never said anything about Hanna or the people that bullied me. Then, I met a
HabitWhen I was younger, my mother told me that no matter how bad things got, life would always turn out alright if I pushed on and smiled. Just pretend that none of the bad stuff was happening, fix a beautiful smile on your face and watch the world eventually smile with you.

That was ten years ago. Now I smile for a living and it turns out, my mother is a liar.

But the habit
still
fucking

stuck.
The Truth.It makes no sense to worry about what you can't control.  Yes, I'm talking to you -- in my art, with my life.  It's all a double barrel pointed at your forehead lately.  And maybe this isn't subtle, but at least you'll understand.  Do you remember when you told me I didn't know what I wanted and I pretended I did and then whispered you were right?  I won't pretend it isn't a cloudy landscape, but I'm learning.  Learning about changing your mind, about saying things I don't mean but that become the truth before I have time to stop them...I didn't want to say you're right; I still don't, I can't, but maybe you are.  Maybe.  There are things you
my brother { the pianoman }He is one with the music.
The Shadow Man: A Retelling        This is my recollection of an event that happened to me a few years past. Believe it our not, it doesn't matter, but this is the story of how I learned to fear the dark.

       It was a Tuesday night, as I was preparing for bed so that I may be rested for school the next day. It was sometime in November, as things were cooling and nights lengthening. I turned out my lights and began to fall asleep. It was a dark room, but the only source of light there was, was from my digital clock, as a faint orange glow gave of the faintest light. It didn't help me see anything at all, but it was enough to tell the shapes of items in my room.

 
*insert stupid vent memory related title here*You asked and asked to see my face from years ago.
I smiled, and said I would find a memory.
I went home that day, searching and searching for it.
I was searching for an old laminated flip book I called my yearbook.
At long last, I found it.
Flipping to the page with the third grade class on it, I see my name, and find my picture.
A faint smile sets on my lips and a light sigh escapes my mouth as I close it and put it in my book bag.
The next day, I bring it to you, and take it out.
I flip to the page and show you the picture.
A laugh and a giggle comes from you and you take the book from my hands.
Setting the book down, you take a marker fro
Loas a mi padreHace muchos años que navego por el mundo con el  padre que por más lejos que este de mi me hace saber que esta cerca.
 Mi padre que me vio caminar con confianza aun antes de que diera mis primeros pasos.
Mi padre, Tal vez corto en mi disciplina tal vez corto en palabras pero nunca corto en corazón.
El que cada día miro sabiendo que me apoyara en mis decisiones por que gracias a el sé que tomare las correctas.
Por que se que lo que soy y lo que seré será gracias al amor que el y mi madre me han dado,
Por que sé que no importa que tan lejos navegue siempre volverá siempre lo hará.
O buen marino acompáñame al muelle esta tarde para que yo misma pueda tomar el río.
Un gran escritor dijo una vez que los hijos somos el legado de la belleza de nuestros padres, y aunque ahora les pertenezco algún día dejare el muelle y le perteneceré al mundo y cuando lo haga recorrer
Scripture Memories 7"And immediately Jesus stretched out His hand and caught him, saying, 'Oh you of little faith, why did you doubt?' "
Matthew 14:31

Doubt is a constant enemy that badgers and hunts down believers. In fact, doubt rules the world of man. No one is sure about anything anymore. So many people doubt or don't believe anything. How many people doubt God exists at all? How many Christians toy with the thought that maybe they are wrong...that their belief is wrong? I know I have in the past. Anyone who believes in God comes to a point in their life where they question God's existence. We all do it.

Another thing that gets me is when believers doubt t
Me and MeMe and Me

Real Name: Peter

Nickname: Peter Castle (co-worker gave to me) and Peanut Butter (only one girl is allowed to call me that)

Birthday: July 29, 1990

Current Residence: California

Height: 5'9"-5'10"

Weight: None of you bees wax XP

Hair: Black

Eye Color: Dark Brown

Like: Video games, reading warcraft books, writing, Batman, Marvel, DC cartoons

Dislikes: Writer's blocks, school, work

Personality: I'm a shy person but if you initate a conversation i'll be able to talk

Bio: Lived in California all my life. i had a prety average childhood. procrastinated through junior college and paying for it by staying longer than i should X
Finding God's Will - IntroI have been going through a difficult time, but I look back on my life and the only easy time was when my mother was alive. I had a real love for God. I thought about and dreamed about him often.
Recently I have felt like I was going mentally insane. I have been having fits of rage where I lose control. I felt that God was not answering any of my prayers which seems so contradictory to the Bible's promise of Matt 7:7. I have been in a lot of confusion and depression.
This is what I wanted God to answer or do for me: Help me be a happier person. Why am I so depressed so constantly? What is your will for me in my life? Give me a passion. I want a career that I will be excited to do each day. Give me that career. Give me self-confidence. Take away my physical pain. Tell me, Lord, how can I serve you? Help us financially. Give us a financial blessing big enough so that we can bless others. Give us at least financial peace to where we are not wondering how we will finish the week. Why do I
Just a story. Intro. I often reflect back on the life I used to live. The life I left. It was probably for the better that I had left my past anyways. It seems I know better people now. Although I do miss the people I left behind I know that change was needed. Many people from my past do not know my story and I often find it hard to tell when asked for it. They seem to forget that it was four years of my life with people they've never heard of. So, now I would like to share my story. I do not know who will hear it or who it will make a difference to but these are words that I need to express and words that I hope others will be able to look to.

This story begi
Lightlice IRL Blog PrologueHello, I'm sure you all know me; the name is Alice. As I sit here at the computer typing this while snacking on Fig Newtons and drinking Dr. Pepper, I think about what will become of me at the end of this week. I am going to meet my boyfriend, Lightning, in real life at the Kansas City airport. We've known each other for three years, and have been a couple for nearly eleven months, with tomorrow (June 18, 2013) being the eleventh month mark. I've been getting increasingly excited yet nervous as the days pass, and as soon as school ended and June began, I started preparing for his visit. I was cleaning up the guest room ferociously and getting
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I just recollected back all the things some of my girlfriends told me about their experiences..so I wrote about it and it included mine as well, but I guess people know which is mine. Anyway, as you all have noticed, my style of writing is somewhat, WTF? Because I always unintentionally joke around and stuff, but it was just meant to give it my 'character' you know. Well, yep. It's not as good as "Your Body My Body The Sheets" but maybe it'd be 'readable'.

Bless you guys with happiness and fulfilled dreams.
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~speshul Dec 7, 2004
i can 'amost' feel the pain.
it is awesome.
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`nosugarjustanger Dec 7, 2004
yep..thanks.. that is good enough for me..
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~Fool-On-The-Hill Nov 28, 2004
wow, this is so, so gut wrenching. The power and emotion is amazing... brilliant.
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`nosugarjustanger Nov 28, 2004
Hey thanks.. u guess what, there was a thread for the most talented DArtist and I wrote that it was you, and then he responded to my reply and said he liked "Hold On" too.. so yeah, ur great..and he APPROVED of you being the most talented poet... well, you see, ;) I just soo rock, but you rock harder!
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~Fool-On-The-Hill Nov 28, 2004
really?! wow! thankyou guys so much! I really am NOT the most talented on here, just take a look at someone like DesignerFreak! who were you talking to?

BUT THANKYOU! :hug:
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`nosugarjustanger Nov 28, 2004
zamfir. thats his username.

of course you might not be the most talented around.. but at least one of those to me, with the other heavyweights like xyan, xpyrox, heaven-rose.. i think each of us is special.. only some gets the exposure..im glad you get a nice comment from him :) at least he told that to me and i told it to you! :) i have not checked designer freak..but hey, i only like poetry more than any other art so.. ;)
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~Fool-On-The-Hill Nov 28, 2004
DesignerFreak writes amazing poetry as well! plus, she's a damn good friend of mine outside DA. I don't think anyone is better than anyone else on here, just different. Glad some people like my stuff though!
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`nosugarjustanger Nov 28, 2004
ahh cool :D i go check her out!
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~Fool-On-The-Hill Nov 28, 2004
good good lol!
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~Xyan Nov 27, 2004
Wow... This is a great piece... I say that because I'm shocked - I haven't had an experience like that, and yet it was written so well it feels like I have. You're a great writer! ^^
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