Moved On_Reflection hugs_Princess Numptyllocks Finds Herself_Floaty Fallon
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Moved On
“No.”“Hear me out.”“No. No-no-no. No. Get out.”“I can explain.”“I’m sure you can explain, and I’m equally sure I don’t want you to. Goodbye.”“It’s been three months. We should be able to talk about it.”“No. No-no-no. No. Get out.”“Don’t shut the door on my—DA妹子IT.”“Move your foot.”“Move the door.”“Move your foot or I will decapitate it.”“That doesn’t make any sense. You decapitate heads, not feet.”“Move your foot or I will de-foot you.”“That’s not even a word. C’mon. Hear me out. Please.”“Move your foot.”“Why not just openwww.onedoor.cc the door a little more and let me come in. See? It’s—DA妹子IT. STOP DOING...
Reflection hugs
"What did I do to deserve this pain", she cried. Tears now zig zagging down her once dry pale face; each stream running through her pin needle sized freckles. The therapist hands her a pink rectangle tissue box. "You have to stop blaming others", he said. She obnoxiously filled the tissue with sorrow tears and warranted mucus. "A-are we fucking done here," she uttered. She furiously rose from her chair, patting her eyes softly again and withdrawing the snot at the entry of her nose. She gulped the mucus in the back of her throat and moved her thin brunette hair from her face.“I-I-I don’t e...
Princess Numptyllocks Finds Herself
Once upon a time, there was a beautiful princess who was the favorite of her father, the king. As a little girl she brought him such joy, with her rosy countenance and golden curls that bounced as she played. Over the years, the king watched his daughter grow into a beautiful young lady, and while she still brought him great joy, her golden curls no longer bounced about her shoulders for she spent many quiet hours reading of the kingdoms of others, and sighing deeply. One day, she went to her father with a request. “Father, might I walk the labyrinth to quiet my mind and better know myself?” “...
Floaty Fallon
People are afraid of a lot of stupid stuff, right? Clowns, the number thirteen, snakes, swapping souls with the undead, spiders—you get my drift. And for the most part, I agree, wholeheartedly, that irrational fears are just that. Irrational. Nonsensical. Stupid. I’ve never had much time for them, myself. Except for one teensy-tiny-itty-bitty thing that has always frightened me senseless. I can’t even talk about it. Thinking about it makes me cringe, takes my breath, sweating profusely now,OMG DON’T MAKE ME SAY IT! Heights. (Pant, pant, heart racing…I’m having a serious panic attack, now...