Author has written 8 stories for Ed, Edd n Eddy, Supernatural, One Piece, Corpse Bride, and Breakfast Club.
Broken dreams are ideas that are pieced together to make Philosophies.
I don't appreciate it when some people judge others for who they are. First impressions are everything to me and it's hard for people to have my trust. I have ADD and I am an insomniac. I do not take adderall because that stuff makes me angry and it messes with my imagination; it shuts it down and all my thoughts are jumbled and I hate it. I am the type of person that might seem like the hippie type because I love peace and I don't like fights (verbal, physical, etc.). I am independent and impatient but quiet but when people look down on what I believe in or say that my opinions are wrong then I will go off on you and probably call you an awful human being.
The most ordinary people are the most extraordinary.
I am an outcast with a group of friends that are amazingly beautiful. Not only do they tolerate my outbursts and mistakes, but they also don't want me to change. They might seem like another face in the crowd but it turns out that they are abnormally fascinating. I love them all and never want to trade them for anything else. If I have to be an outcast and be judged for the rest of my life just to keep them then I will gladly be a reject to others.
It's beautiful, isn't it? The snow blanketing the landscape, I mean. It looks like a dream locked in a horrible reality. We don't deserve Winter but at the same time, we do.
Winter is my favorite season for two reasons: it's a dream and because of crisp air surrounding us. I love it because it leaves the trees bare, giving us a perfect view of what the trees clothes cover. I love the cold because I can just wear sweaters and pants without being bothered by the heat. I love it because the night seems so much clearer and the stars seem to be more brighter and gorgeous. I love Winter because I know that Jack Frost —either though a legend— is there, smiling and goofing around, having a blast as he does what he does best, making everything a Winter Wonderland.
The sky and sea are connected, being two halves of the same. So calm yet angry and sad. What is it that makes them that way? Is it the color?
My favorite color is blue because it can be calming but also sad. It shows that everyone can be sad and depressed but still beautiful. It calms yet angers me to the point to where I cry. Blue shows me that it also has emotions. That it also wears masks like us. Blue isn't just a color to me, it's my companion and my color and me in weird way.
The person I do not want to associate myself with is a person that hates reading and abuses books.
I love reading and writing. I simply love it. It gives me a way of escaping the real world —even if it is only a moment. It helps me express what I'm feeling. I can show people that I don't need actions to show others what I'm feeling. I wear a mask that sheds away when I am alone with my thoughts, along with paper and pencil/pen. Books are like a portal for the remarkable because they have open minds that can travel years beyond their time. I prefer people who read because they look ordinary but when they talk, it's like being in another world —their world.
Let the Shackles Fall — It seems like this story is going along fine and that's bloody fantastic! I have no intention of stopping it and for a while, it might seem like that but, under no circumstances am I going to stop this story. Some of the first chapters might be atrocious but it can only get better by progressing, right? So, I might sometimes take breaks but I WILL NOT give it up.
A Moment — Originally, this story was just a thought that slowly grew into one those annoying misquotes buzzing around in my head and biting my neck. Anyways, I'll update but not as frequently since I have my other story to worry about.
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