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I need to laugh today.
I feel it bubbling up
and then it spills over,
but it is forced.
It is not really a laugh.
It is pain.
I am my greatest,
harshest critic,
and my head hurts
and I want to cry,
because if I can't laugh today,
what am I really good for?
I feel it bubbling up
and then it spills over,
but it is forced.
It is not really a laugh.
It is pain.
I am my greatest,
harshest critic,
and my head hurts
and I want to cry,
because if I can't laugh today,
what am I really good for?
Literature
AVPM: Fever, ch 19
Three things quickly became absolutely clear. First, Voldy and Bella were together. Second, Voldy had been right. He had never seen Bella look happier than she was now. Hardly a moment went by where she didn’t smile from ear to ear, giggle, or squirm eagerly. Third, and most surprisingly, Lucius did not miss a single opportunity to show his support for them, especially since they were the youngest couple in school.
“Well, you know, my friend’s girlfriend is pretty good at attacking spells.”
“It’s funny how getting a girlfriend doesn’t change a guy.”
“Have you noticed how well Bella and
Literature
AVPM: Fever, ch 2
Voldy woke up earlier than usual the next morning. He was really excited to talk to Quirrell again, and it was pretty much the only thing he could think about. He hopped out of bed and had a look at himself in the mirror on the wall. He still looked like he always had: his big, red eyes were still very sunken-in, his cheekbones still stood out like he was starving himself, his nose was still almost non-visible and snake-like, and his skin was still as pale white as ever. Voldy slid a hand through his grayish hair and sighed.
He brushed his teeth and got dressed before rushing out into the backyard. He was one of the first kids out today, see
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I needed to get that out of my system.
I might be submitting a lot of poetry today, I really feel like shit. I should probably stop listening to sad music, but I... I don't know. Whatever.
True story.
I might be submitting a lot of poetry today, I really feel like shit. I should probably stop listening to sad music, but I... I don't know. Whatever.
True story.
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pmsing lol