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Rejection. It hurts.
It cracks your soul.
It burns your heart
until nothing is left.
But just one?
Just a single rejection?
Can it possibly do that to you?
No, it cannot.
To burn a heart
and destroy a soul
it takes dozens
dozens of rejections
But even that is not enough.
Laughter and ridicule
hurt the most.
Then, you shut out the world.
You build up emotional walls.
You do whatever is necessary
to protect yourself.
To protect yourself from the pain.
To never experience it again.
To keep your heart and soul intact.
To protect, but not to rebuild.
You build the barrier to protect yourself.
You never rebuild yourself.
You let your heart sit in misery.
Broken almost beyond repair.
The ashes of your heart
and the pieces of your soul
lay on the ground forever.
And one day you get tired of it.
You decide to rebuild.
As you begin to rebuild
you let the walls you built crumble.
The walls degrade and slowly fall.
As the rebuild commences
you start to feel
wait a second
something is different...
MY PREMIUM MEMBERSHIP NOOOOOO. COME BAAACK.
alas, i don't actually mind that much. but WEIRD logging back on without it. D:
YAYYYY FOR PEOPLE BEING TOO GENEROUS AND KIND FOR THIS WORLD
Percy Jackson songs anyone?or songs that you would assosiate with Homestuck?
please guys I need something new *__*
I know I am a bit late but...YOU GUYS
Thank all of you for your presents and sweet words and llamas and points and cakes and basically EVERYTHING!
I am sorry I am not able to reply and thank every single one of you, but it really means a lot to me.
Haha, it feels so weird having this 19 near my name though
viria's turning into a big baby, and viria wouldn't be the same big baby without all of you<3 So thank you once more!
Poetic PsychosisIn thirty seconds, the next shell would fall. Every night was the same, but every night Lorenzo experienced it as if it were the first time. His throat felt swollen; breathing was hard. He glanced around at the others; young men like him who had been shipped out in the name of honour and freedom. There was no honour in this, no freedom. Only death behind your eyelids, and a fear so gutting, that it carved out your innards and left you a hollow husk. Lorenzo tried to breathe, tried to assure himself that he was still whole, still made of flesh. They had lied when they told him he was ready.
Matteo ran towards him, arms out, rifle swinging uselessly at his side. He shouted for him to run, but Lorenzo remained motionless, unable to move as his friend’s warning was lost in the constant blare of gunfire. None of them were ready.
“The cycle is repeating. It is not safe.” The voice was soft and weak, yet it carried over the gunfire and battle cries without impediment.
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