i am so ill
confessions: i ate a roll of stickers and i was violently ill for a week i wanted to die as i convulsed on my bed today i told myself nostopityoucan'tthinkthat it was worse yesterday i cried and screamed in the cold outside the next morning i felt fine i barely got any sleep last night [..more..]
Strange gods were worshipped on Mars. But were they so clever? They’d lost their own world.
"The ancient gods, our Fathers, rode down from the heavens in the Firebirds of the Sun. Coming into the world, they found no air for the breath of their souls. "How shall we breathe?" they asked of the Sun. And Sun gave them of His fire and beneath the earth they kindled the Blaze of [..more..]
Bruce and the Spider by James Baldwin
There was once a king of Scotland whose name was Robert Bruce. He had need to be both brave and wise, for the times in which he lived were wild and rude. The King of England was at war with him, and had led a great army into Scotland to drive him out of the [..more..]
Paltalk is so bad,no free speech at all there,its all bounces and dots galore,nazis s***hole.
Paltalk is so bad,no free speech at all there,its all bounces and dots galore,nazis s***hole.Paltalk is so bad,no free speech at all there,its all bounces and dots galore,nazis s***hole.
Paltalk is so bad,no free speech at all there,its all bounces and dots galore,nazis s***hole.
Paltalk is so bad no free speech at all there its all bounces and dots galore,nazis s***hole.
ELINORE RUPERT
Are you thinking I am lost, like the Babes in the Wood? Well, I am not and I'm sure the robins would have the time of their lives getting leaves to cover me out here. I am 'way up close to the Forest Reserve of Utah, within half a mile of the line, sixty miles [..more..]
FROM MISS MIRANDA MOPE, IN PARIS, TO MRS. ABRAHAM C. MOPE, AT BANGOR, MAINE.
September 5th, 1879. My dear mother–I have kept you posted as far as Tuesday week last, and, although my letter will not have reached you yet, I will begin another before my news accumulates too much. I am glad you show my letters round in the family, for I like them all to know what [..more..]
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When I first received the intelligence of the death of Claude and of your son Louis, I was so utterly overpowered that for many days I was fit for nothing but to grieve; and albeit I was somehow upheld before the Lord by those aids wherewith he sustains our souls in affliction, among men, however, [..more..]
CHICAGO, October 1, 189-
_Dear Pierrepont:_ Your Ma got back safe this morning and she wants me to be sure to tell you not to over-study, and I want to tell you to be sure not to under-study. What we're really sending you to Harvard for is to get a little of the education that's so good and plenty [..more..]