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UniversityUniversity or, Never BetterUniversity
"Well, no," he said, "I really would like to die."
She twirled away from him, laughing. "You can't be serious," she repeated. "I'll die with you if you do, just to make things fair." She reached for his hand, frowning. "Really, though, you're not serious."
"Sure I am. I've told you three times already."
"Then let's see it."
He moved to the edge of the roof, balancing upon its lip, and let his cigarette fall from his mouth. His gaze was fixed upon the sky, and he didn't see it drop. The wind blew and rustled his clothes, and he swayed with it. "I
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This is for Caroline, againBecause her beauty is raw and wild Or, Caroline's story about the dhampir vampire hunter hunter that she wanted me to write.This is for Caroline, again
I'm a dhampir. Some faggots call me a daywalker, but that's 'cuz they're no-dick cocksuckers who never bothered to do any motherfucking research. I eat crosses for lunch and silver for dinner, with a healthy helping of garlic on it all.
I skip breakfast 'cuz I gotta watch my figure.
Sometimes I wish I could skip lunch and dinner, too, 'cuz then I get faggots like Johnston walking in, thinking he's my best friend and shit, when I barely know who he is except he belongs to me a
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SfumatoSfumato or, Infinite degrees of the absence of darkness.Sfumato
He put his brush down and rubbed his eyes. As he glanced at the painting, he silently berated himself for not being able to continue. He leaned back in his chair, putting himself at arm's length from the easel, and lit a cigarette. As he puffed, he stared through the smoke, and it came to him. He hastily threw the cigarette in a corner, and furiously set to work. He dabbed at the corners of the figure's eyes, just so - he shaded its clothing, ever so slightly - it was not until he had finished the sophisticated pointillism around its mouth that the figure became cohes
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Woman 2A short tale about an arbitrarily-chosen subject from a list on deviantArt or, It was all Caroline's idea I had nothing to do with it.Woman 2
She clutched her head, grimacing to stave off the pain. She hoped nobody would come talk to her, and for once, her prayers were answered. The common room slowly emptied, leaving her alone. She looked across the table, and saw a swarm of black spots, forming a myriad of shapes. She blinked and the vision was gone. She would have shaken her head if it wasn't in such pain.
Why, she wondered, had she gone down there? No, the real question... why had she gone alone? It wasn't like he
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nya. so true.
much <3
i laugh alot.
in my head
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Just because you hate yourself doesn't mean everyone has to.
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