I've been socked in the eye, had a penny shoved through one. I've had a kidney removed. I've been stabbed in the leg with a broken bottle. I've been subject to shots full of all kinds of chemicals, slit my wrists twice, gotten caught on barbed wire fences. I've had chemical burns and burns of all kinds. Oh, and I've died twice ( Read more... )

I've stopped counting how many times I've sighed now. I wasn't really counting in the first place. It was just something I told myself I cared enough to keep track of, but really I don't give a flying fuck ( Read more... )

Happiness is not a feeling, it is a state of being. I am... not... within anything close to happiness right now. I think it comes down to the fact that some humans are good at being human and some are just fucking lousy. It's not what-you-should-do. It's how-you-should-be. I mean really, what are the rules for behaving justly... well, go find ( Read more... )

You have got to be kidding me. My skin is turning into chitinous garbage and this guy's telling me if I do soul-searching I'm going to get somewhere? Fuck that noise. Goddamned Free are starting to sound like a flock of drunk flamingos if you ask me. I swear to Christ... fucking meditation? What the hell is that shit going to solve ( Read more... )

I think he's gone to sleep now. There's always the chance though that he's faking it. Like I am right now. I don't know that it technically constitutes as 'faking' if you can't sleep in the first place. Fuck it. I don't care. I just don't want to be away from him. I don't want to be in this room, in this bed alone. Not tonight, not any night, not ( Read more... )

What a weekend. Damn glad it's Tuesday. Damn glad I raided Saturday's kitchen when I did. Without that, I wouldn't have been there for Jou when the shit started to hit the fan. I swear to Christ, I knew it was going to be a tense day, but god damn... I was expecting Seers more than Awakened self-mutilation-fest... what a day. I just sat there. I ( Read more... )

A box. A box. A box. Izzy said there was a box. Grey box. Grey box of souls... shit, this has got to have something to do with it. I can feel it, and as soon as the impression hits me, I have to call Psyche. I've been fuckin' tryin' to figure this dream out since she told me 'bout it last week. Dreams mean shit. You can't ignore them. They're sent ( Read more... )

That was when he took my arm and pulled me over to the dresser, putting a length of a kurkri blade, edged with Atlantean runes, in my hand, and then pressing it to his throat.

"The fuck?"

( Money can't buy back your youth when you're old or a friend when you're lonely, or a love that's grown cold. )

The hell kinda question was that? "Not in the sense of the word you mean, no. I haven't dated anyone since 2004 actually ( Read more... )

I remember thinking, the first thing when I woke up and saw his face inches from mine, was Holy fuckin' god... the shit have I done?. Yeah, that about sums it up.

( And I'm not a miracle and you're not a saint. Just another soldier on a road to nowhere. )