The Last Daughter of Krypton OOC

Sorry ya'll for not posting in a while... my ex-father is causing problems for my mom and it's wearing (us) down -_-;

I wish I could win the lottery just to ship him off to a new continent and have him stay there.

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:rose:

We love you.

If you need us, or our shipping contacts and chloroform, we'll be here.
 
i lived in richmon/rosenberg area for 2 years.. and everything i heard was they never signed. so technically they aren't.. :p
 
we can move to another state together.

It's not that I don't appreciate the offer, but moving from New Hampshire was like hacking off a limb, and usually I don't even leave the house unless I have to go to work or I've accidentally stabbed myself while opening a frozen bagel. :eek:
 
i guess that means you clean house really nice and hate open spaces?

Actually this place is a tip and sometimes I'm vaguely claustrophobic.

It's just the weird freaky-ass Schrödingery awareness that every time I leave the house, something happens somewhere in The Multiverse that'll cause one of me to be killed, and one of these days it's going to be me.

That fucking scares the shit out of me.
 
see i don't worry about it. I died once. hit by a car, CPR. paramedics. died. I saw the other side, and i'm not afraid of dying. living scares me.
 
see i don't worry about it. I died once. hit by a car, CPR. paramedics. died. I saw the other side, and i'm not afraid of dying. living scares me.

Mm. Yeah, I remember you telling me. Agonising and beautiful.

Dying scares me because I'm afraid I'm such a terrible disappointment to That Which/Whom waits on the other side.

Living scares me because no matter how much I live, no matter how much brilliance I discover, I'll never get to keep it because of the other thing.

But then a little voice whispers in my ear, "once you get to the other side, you will be stronger," and I know it's not just talking about death, it's talking about life, too.

I'm still scared. I'm always scared. That's where this Rose got it from, when she first started out. She got that from me.

But I'd like to see the other side of life. And I'd like to see the other side of death. But, you know, not 'till I'm ready.

Not 'till I'm brave.
 
Mm. Yeah, I remember you telling me. Agonising and beautiful.

Dying scares me because I'm afraid I'm such a terrible disappointment to That Which/Whom waits on the other side.

Living scares me because no matter how much I live, no matter how much brilliance I discover, I'll never get to keep it because of the other thing.

But then a little voice whispers in my ear, "once you get to the other side, you will be stronger," and I know it's not just talking about death, it's talking about life, too.

I'm still scared. I'm always scared. That's where this Rose got it from, when she first started out. She got that from me.

But I'd like to see the other side of life. And I'd like to see the other side of death. But, you know, not 'till I'm ready.

Not 'till I'm brave.



When it's time, it's time. nothing can rush it or forestall it. A metoerite strike through teh roof/ceiling. a car wreck. a heartattack. childbirth. suicide. a bank robbery. it only happens when it happens.

i should know.

after the accident i tried killing myself twice.

hit by a car and killed... i was told "It's not time."

75 sleeping pills 10 years later.

150 a few years after that.

i'm still here. it happens when it's time. and no one can rush the will of THE TRUTH.

nothing. so go.. enjoy the nigh sky. take pleasure in dancing in the rain.
 
One day.

One step.

One breath at a time.

and use all teh metoerite proof umbrellas you feel comfortable using.

And don't get me wrong. I feel like shit most of the time as well. but i can talk and help others.
 
i get so few chances to touch the untouchable. i have to take them when i can.

but if i could hug the real you. it would be just a hug. no feeling you up or nothing.
 
i get so few chances to touch the untouchable. i have to take them when i can.

but if i could hug the real you. it would be just a hug. no feeling you up or nothing.

"Make me no promises," :: wink :: "I'll tell you no lies."
 
Oh, I'ma sneak in something IC related--

I don't think Pete's coming straight straight back to the caf' yet, or to the table, I think he's got a quick stop to make.

Does anyone mind if I bogart Coach Arnold for a few?
 
Okay.

That was epic.

I had no idea how much I missed that guy, but now I'm grinning and sniffling and punching the sky.

Sun God, you're my hero.
 
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