I'm losing my mind, Taylor thought as she gripped the edge of the vanity table, almost splintering it. A few shards of glass on top of it were enough to tell her that her face was painted with her black tears.
I need to find out, she thought desperately. Even if it hurts. Even if the truth hurts worse than an outright lie.
Lie. So seemingly small and insignificant, and yet it could go unnoticed, almost like it could be said and then forgotten immediately.
Lies are like a temporary fix. They solve most problems, but they will soon unravel and tear even worse than before.
Glass. Why can't I break it?
Taylor ran out of her room, down the hallway, breaking every mirror and vase that she came across, trying to defy the voice that said it should have bothered her.
In her gut, as she smashed each item, she felt horror and dread, which she immediately stamped out as best she could.
The sound. The sound. No, no, no. Father will hit me again! He's going to break everything and tell me it was my fault, he's going to hurt me again...
Taylor gasped. What she had thought hadn't sounded like her. It had, but she sounded...human. The voice of a frightened child.
She shuddered as she saw an image of a face.
Terror was stretched over her young human features, her pupils were round and her skin was darker.
She was seeing the girl from her eyes perspective, looking in a mirror. A man in his forties came after her and struck the mirror. He immediately began yelling at her, hitting her over and over again.
Taylor lay on the medieval stone floor, her head spinning.
She had seen herself. Seen herself cry.
The truth is worse than a blatant lie. The blatant lie of forgetting.
Forgetting is preferable, sometimes. Sometimes the truth is what cuts, what lurks in the back of your mind.
Forgetting.
I need to find out, she thought desperately. Even if it hurts. Even if the truth hurts worse than an outright lie.
Lie. So seemingly small and insignificant, and yet it could go unnoticed, almost like it could be said and then forgotten immediately.
Lies are like a temporary fix. They solve most problems, but they will soon unravel and tear even worse than before.
Glass. Why can't I break it?
Taylor ran out of her room, down the hallway, breaking every mirror and vase that she came across, trying to defy the voice that said it should have bothered her.
In her gut, as she smashed each item, she felt horror and dread, which she immediately stamped out as best she could.
The sound. The sound. No, no, no. Father will hit me again! He's going to break everything and tell me it was my fault, he's going to hurt me again...
Taylor gasped. What she had thought hadn't sounded like her. It had, but she sounded...human. The voice of a frightened child.
She shuddered as she saw an image of a face.
Terror was stretched over her young human features, her pupils were round and her skin was darker.
She was seeing the girl from her eyes perspective, looking in a mirror. A man in his forties came after her and struck the mirror. He immediately began yelling at her, hitting her over and over again.
Taylor lay on the medieval stone floor, her head spinning.
She had seen herself. Seen herself cry.
The truth is worse than a blatant lie. The blatant lie of forgetting.
Forgetting is preferable, sometimes. Sometimes the truth is what cuts, what lurks in the back of your mind.
Forgetting.
Serena
He didn't seem... mad. Like he should have been. Like he had every right to be.
He stopped maybe a meter away from me. I glanced up, and saw the same look of indecision I had seen on his face the first day.
I had no idea what I was supposed to do. My life is not a perfect little story where happy endings are mandatory.
I didn't expect myself to sink to the floor against the wall and begin crying. There just weren't words to say what I wanted to.
I didn't expect him to sit in front of me and put his hands on my shoulders. He forced me to to look up at him, and he said, "Tell me."
He didn't seem... mad. Like he should have been. Like he had every right to be.
He stopped maybe a meter away from me. I glanced up, and saw the same look of indecision I had seen on his face the first day.
I had no idea what I was supposed to do. My life is not a perfect little story where happy endings are mandatory.
I didn't expect myself to sink to the floor against the wall and begin crying. There just weren't words to say what I wanted to.
I didn't expect him to sit in front of me and put his hands on my shoulders. He forced me to to look up at him, and he said, "Tell me."
i would end up here with you
i was a restless wanderer on a distant path
you were a lonely dreamer with a broken laugh
i would go anywhere the road would lead
my hopes and dreams is all that i would need
i don't need a house or fancy cars
i would rather sleep underneath the stars
you did'nt have much to call your own
but what a lovely smile on your face shown
you said your chance at love had past you by
i told i'm here so dont you cry
our lives were like the pieces of a broken heart
now that we're together what a life could start
there was magic in the air that night
everything was moving at the speed of light
you were like my juliet and i your romeo
you love me i love you thats all i need to know
no longer will you dream of love thats true
no longer will i wander my search has led to you
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Say we’re up in space, and we remove all the stars or anything that is luminous. Light would be nonexistent. Next we’ll remove all the planets, minerals, materials, chemicals, particles, atoms, and anything in between. We remove thing, we remove matter, we remove time, we remove life. We remove substance. We remove dark matter. We remove reality. What’s left? Space and Darkness. There is no color. There is no thing. There is nothingness. There is darkness and space. If there exists no thing but something is present then is there really nothing there? Space is infinite so nothingness is infinity. There is only infinite nothingness. Life was a miracle. Now please define nothing to me.
Bonus Questions: What would be the temperature in infinite nothingness in the absence of (thing, matter, reality)?
Is reality really life?
Imagine how cool it could be to be a real life mermaid. Well you can be.
All you have to do is do the steps right and I hope it works it worked on me im a real mermaid.
What you will need:
A cup of water
Salt
A strand of your hair
A bracelet or necklace for your symbol
Put the salt in a bowl
Then put your hair in the bowl
Dip your symbol and hands in the bowl and chant
Guardian of the sea oh please make me a mermaid and we will see how great of a mermaid I will be and how polite and brave I am oh please make me a bold mermaid I hope you do and thank you.
All you have to do is do the steps right and I hope it works it worked on me im a real mermaid.
What you will need:
A cup of water
Salt
A strand of your hair
A bracelet or necklace for your symbol
Put the salt in a bowl
Then put your hair in the bowl
Dip your symbol and hands in the bowl and chant
Guardian of the sea oh please make me a mermaid and we will see how great of a mermaid I will be and how polite and brave I am oh please make me a bold mermaid I hope you do and thank you.
When I woke up I was on a cement floor. My head felt terrible pain and I saw that I had some black and blue on my leg.
''Finally, you woke up. I have been waiting for your name.'' A voice said behind me. I turned around and screamed the sream that sounds like a dying llama. ''Billiam Fergunsun!'' I yelled in rage. ''Yes, tis I ,Billiam Fergunsun."
He is such an idiot. I stood up and brought my knee to his pee-hole and he screamed like a little girl. "Girl power!" I screamed. I didn't notice his friends.
They almost hit me when I heard someone scream now! and I felt light headed and everything went dark again.
''Finally, you woke up. I have been waiting for your name.'' A voice said behind me. I turned around and screamed the sream that sounds like a dying llama. ''Billiam Fergunsun!'' I yelled in rage. ''Yes, tis I ,Billiam Fergunsun."
He is such an idiot. I stood up and brought my knee to his pee-hole and he screamed like a little girl. "Girl power!" I screamed. I didn't notice his friends.
They almost hit me when I heard someone scream now! and I felt light headed and everything went dark again.
TOADSTEP PVO
What just happened what kind of dream was that? Toadstep wondered.
He couldn't believe he just dreamed that he loved Dovewing more than Ivypool. He shook his head vigourously trying to get the thought out of his mind. Ivypool was lying beside him and dreaming too, she mustn't of heard him call out his dream.
Thank god! Toadstep thought with relief.
He nudged his mate and she got up, "Morning, Toadstep." She purred rubbing her face against Toadstep's..
Everything is going to be okay, Toadstep you'll be fine, as long as she doesn't find out about the dream.
What just happened what kind of dream was that? Toadstep wondered.
He couldn't believe he just dreamed that he loved Dovewing more than Ivypool. He shook his head vigourously trying to get the thought out of his mind. Ivypool was lying beside him and dreaming too, she mustn't of heard him call out his dream.
Thank god! Toadstep thought with relief.
He nudged his mate and she got up, "Morning, Toadstep." She purred rubbing her face against Toadstep's..
Everything is going to be okay, Toadstep you'll be fine, as long as she doesn't find out about the dream.
Can I help if I am messy?
Can I help if I forget?
Yes I can.
Can I help if I mouth off?
Can I help if I cuss?
Again, yes.
Can I help if you screech?
Can I help if you blather?
No.
Can I help if you're a hypocrite?
Can I help if you overreact?
No, not really.
Can I help if you yell at me, for no good reason?
Can I help if you punish me for rolling my eyes?
Lord knows no.
True, I can help some bad things I do.
But the worst thing of all.
That I possibly can do.
Is waste day after day.
Of putting up with you.
Can I help if I forget?
Yes I can.
Can I help if I mouth off?
Can I help if I cuss?
Again, yes.
Can I help if you screech?
Can I help if you blather?
No.
Can I help if you're a hypocrite?
Can I help if you overreact?
No, not really.
Can I help if you yell at me, for no good reason?
Can I help if you punish me for rolling my eyes?
Lord knows no.
True, I can help some bad things I do.
But the worst thing of all.
That I possibly can do.
Is waste day after day.
Of putting up with you.