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  1. here's to us

    here's to us, because we have not split apart. our embraces were not shattered by different schools and we have not been confused by our different stories, our years have not been lost in the past, we have not fallen into that type of silence so loud it's just like static, no, it's us against time and we're winning. long train rides and new people and other plans have not dissuaded us we did not dissolve, like so much of everything else and we have not stayed the same but we have not left each other alone and I could not be more happy. This is for my best friend, and even though we've gone to different schools for a while now, we've stayed friends and I got really happy about it on the train so I wrote this. Please give advice! I'm not sure if I want to give it to her or not.
  2. Hiya, so I'm the dungeon master for my friend group, and currently, they are going through the mountains, and I'm gonna have it so that they find this tiny village, and I need NPCs. Please help. If you respond, I need a name, race, age, and backstory. Optional: job (I would like someone to work at the bathhouse, a few shopkeepers, a bartender, and some regular townsfolk) PLEASE don't be afraid to make these characters insanely weird. They've already met a 370 year old mute dwarf and an abnormally attractive elf named Tristan that one of my players proposed to. Pretty much anything goes.
  3. I think, therefore I am. You think not of me, therefore I am not? I am here, where I think. You think of me elsewhere, where I do not. Do I exist alone with myself? Do I exist out of control with you? Or am I stuck to an in-between existence? To be more (and less) myself I think of seven impossible things before breakfast. Like Alice, A girl who is not me, But not unlike me. Is that who I am? A girl not myself, But not completely different? But yet, Despite warring thoughts, I think of seven impossible things before breakfast. One. I am as pretty as them. Two. I am as smart as them. Three. I am as kind as them. Four. I am as funny as them. Five. I am as courageous as them. Six. I am as interesting as them. Seven. I am as talented as them. I also think of seven other (similar) things (strong, athletic, fast, so on...) After breakfast, Before lunch, After dinner, And every other second of the day. Funny, how everyone says “Everyone feels this way, The other kids are going through The same exact thing!” Funny, how everyone looks away In utter discomfort When you say how you feel. Funny, how people think it’s funny If you say what you’re feeling With a laugh Like it’s joke. When really, simply put, You’d do anything To keep the silence away. Even lie. “Omg, I’m just kidding! Lol, can’t you guys take a joke? Obviously I don’t feel that way!” -Most girls, most days... please give feedback! I'm a new writer and need to get better.
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    soundtrack: “whatever helps” (there are no saints, siobhan wilson) she asks about preventative measures and i swallow hard on the protestation that i am not the right person for this: i genuinely believe i am alive by luck at this point instead, i espouse the virtues of non-caffeinated tea and phone calls to friends who might somewhat understand or be willing to just share a moment’s silence soundtrack: “breathe (in the air)” (dark side of the moon, pink floyd) and when all else fails count together three in, five out , three in and five out and in and out soundtrack: “fake happy” (after laughter, paramore) and in these circumstances despite years of practical experience i feel horribly underqualified soundtrack: “wait ‘til the morning” (painting of a panic attack, frightened rabbit) i want to tell her things will get better but honesty is an immutable quality of our friendship and i can’t say that with any semblance of certainty i say it anyways
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