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So what would I h


That's the way things workHey...I really like you. I wanted to know...well yeah I understand. I know I'm not pretty. I don't watch or read the same things as other girls do. I'm not into magazines; I read the articles I find on my msn page.That's the way things work
I don't think you'd really want anything to do with me, I don't fit in with anyone and I've been generally been called weird. But...I think, I could change maybe even a little if I got to know you. I know they those people don't know you; I'm not saying I do. But I'd really like to get to know you. What things you're interested, in what you aspire to do, what you feel like talking about. I'll be there if you ever need


Hardest part isn't learningI dont know what to say to you. うるさいHardest part isn't learning
I cant hear my thoughts with you talking.
Bitte, bleiben sie leise.
All I can focus on is you talking.
בבקשה להיות בשקט
Youre staring right at me.
Wees stil.
I need to concentrate.
S'il vous plaît.
Im trying to think.
Proszę być spokojny.
Why cant you...
Im trying to think


You're just you.You havent a clue of all the power you wield. That in your rough, worn, hands you hold the world. The smooth plains of your face and gentle features and sharp angles, the creases of experience betraying you, but your eyes so vibrant and bright enrapture. The sound of your voice-oh what a nice voice it is- it lures people to you. It makes people listen to you. Just youre personality draws people into you, like you have your own gravitational pull.You're just you.
Youre just you right? Youre just another person. Except people love you, (oh how they love you), they absolutely adore you for everything they (think) you are. Wh


The Genres of Crime WritingHard BoiledThe Genres of Crime Writing
Some Historical Stuff:
Personally, when Im writing within a certain genre, I like to understand where it comes from. I understand if you do not have the same curiosity, but hopefully this is interesting anyway.
The hardboiled style emerged post WW1 from pulp fiction cheap and accessible prose, usually written anonymously and within formulaic conventions. It grafted the English Holmes characters to attributes previously conceptualised as criminal (violence, alienation, rejection of conventional ethos. Although it is to be noted, that hardboiled prot
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"Peace? I hate the word as I hate hell and all Montagues."
W. Shakespeare.
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"Little Lotte thought, 'Am I fonder of dolls or of goblins, or shoes, or of riddles, or frocks, or of chocolates? No...what I love best', Lottie said, 'is when i'm asleep in my bed, and the Angel of Music sings songs in my head.' "
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Clubs :
*The-Labyrinth-Club
~Kuja-fc
~The-Church-of-Kefka
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Daryl T
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Pagonophobes: afraid of facial hair, because apparently the chin is the window to the soul.
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