A normal life. Such a simple idea, but it’s almost impossible for me to picture.
No more, no less. I’m an idiot. I really need to let this crush go.
Life is but a fine wine to be sipped and favored.
My breathing is controlled, but all the fear and anger within me. Fear is too simple a word. Terror. That’s what I feel.
And that’s about all any of us can really hope for, to die with our dignity, to die with honor and valor. To die knowing we did everything we could.
We don’t have to be defined by the things that we did or didn’t do in our past- Four.
Sometimes you can hide just as effectively by sticking out.
I fell in love with painting. Painting allows me to see things as I want to and not necessarily as they are, it’s an escape, a way to preserve thoughts and memories, a way to create hopes and dreams. – Marina.
Did you know Johnny thinks he’s Pittacus resurrected?
Have you ever had something happen to you that there was simply no explanation for? That you can’t chalk up to a coincidence, or an accident, or even fate?
I guess I had this silly notion that things would be different now, since I was different.
The word of God is my vow.
There were hugs. There were words said by each of them. I don’t remember what they were. Nothing haunts me more.
I am an alien, I have extraordinary powers, with more to come, and I can do things that no human would dream of, but I still look like a fool.
Maybe the only good thing about death is that you never have to relive it. You never have to remember the pain.
It’s ironic. At last I have my freedom. But at a price. Now my destiny is mine to choose. – Stanley aka Nine.
Why couldn’t you turn into a fireball when we were on the same team!
I’ve been waiting a long to to meet you.
Kill that Garde as hard as you can!
My iPod rumbles again. It’s not actually an iPod. It doesn’t play any music and the earbuds are just for show. It’s a gadget that Sandor put together in his lab. It’s my Mogadorian detector. I call it my iMog.