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Marymount ManhattanI told Joey I want to go to Marymount Manhattan
He looked quite shocked, so I questioned him
He said, “No, I just thought you’d stay in town”
And suddenly I felt compelled to admit something
Something I’ve never admitted aloud to anyone
He’s like family to me, so I could be completely candid
I said, “As difficult as Columbia was
I learned a lot about myself, and I feel like,
If I stay, I’ll stay here and stagnant forever
So I have to go elsewhere, and see what comes of it”
I looked him right in the eyes as I spoke
My adoptive family members are eye-contact masters
He then said, “Good, I’m proud"
Spring Semester 2014Typing up old poems is always so weird
Since within a month or two
It seems my entire inner reality has changed
Meaning the poems change to me
Yet I have to try to insure the original meaning
Though now I may have it figured it out
Or now I might be struggling more
But I type them up and submit
And feel the need to add a disclaimer
“Views expressed in this poem
May not be endorsed by the author
At this time of posting
Though I am the soul who wrote it
So once it was my truth"
Watermelon Gum After CoffeeWatermelon gum after coffee tastes so nice
It reminds me of Freshmen year
The first one-
The good one-
The SPCPA one-
And nowadays anything that reminds me of fond memories-
No matter how old or small
Is welcomed with open arms
More Than A Woman Or A ManI don’t like that I tend to refer to Hedwig by male pronouns-
I know it’s fairly ambitious and I know xe is fictional
but I feel like I’m betraying some vast something when I do-
I feel like calling a character I identify as a lyrical savior “He" and “Him”
only goes to show my stereotypical helplessness
I know it’s silly but I don’t want to contribute to statistics that say
people see neutral and human as male
Hedwig is worth more than that to me
Bus Stop Creep #8543051I hate that “no”
is not enough
for miserable souls who, when I ignore them
approach and corner me, and say
with utmost and erroneous belief
that they must be the first
on this entire planet
to call me pretty
and then have the audacity to, in the next breath
proclaim “you’re too young for me”
as if I were in any way “for them”
and even that doesn’t stop them, though
I’ve grown snark, like a crystalline defense mechanism
but then they say
they like that I’m feisty
and I have to stop myself
since I’m not brave enough to scream at them
since I fear potential violence
yet I am told
I still haven’t learned my lesson
as if it were mine to have to learn
want to rip my heart out
“Here, have this”
but I at least now know
who are the souls
to offer it up to
Fictionally Falling In LoveAfter I saw
John Cameron Mitchell
I swooned so much
and kept singing in my brain
“So in love
So in love
So in love with you, my love, am I”
which is from Kiss Me Kate
so I’m kinda glad
that Hedwig isn’t real
because I would be a groupie
and I'd fall in love
but since Hedwig is fictional
I don’t have to worry
since being in love with someone fictional
at least seems safe
Lullaby of BroadwayI told my mum
that I would love to go to NYC
for the sheer knowledge
that broadway exists there
meaning I’ll likely come across other MT dorks
meaning they’ll get my Musical Theatre references
I remember at Columbia
amidst my difficult fifteen weeks
I got so upset in an acting class
not due to the usual jerk stuff
but because literally no one understood my references
to Chicago (ironic as all hell)
to The Producers (my scene partners were named Max and Leo)
no one even got a HAMLET reference
yet people who’ve never seen or read it know it decently
but it doesn’t seem like that big of a thing
but if the people
who claim to be all over something
seem to avoid any pop culture related to it
it feels like a warning sign
or at least an oddity
so I should hope
if I roam the streets of NYC
stalking Hedwig’s eyes outside of the Belasco
I’ll at least overhear some conversations
about how fabulous Alan Cumming is
or a joke by tourists from Santa Fe ab
Posted 41 Minutes AgoI adore
being obsessed with musicals
and having one to cling to
when I felt as though I lost everything
when all I had to lose
was imagined middle school “status”
my “you don’t need to crumble"
was 'Sweeney Todd'
when my grandaddy died
and I saw my tutu
age more in one year
than her prior seven decades
my “this can be your mourning"
when what I thought was certainty shattered
and brought my sanity with it
to the point
where my certain sadness
seems like an unwelcome soulmate
‘Hedwig and the Angry Inch’
is my “You are not to blame
The world’s a vicious place”
Neil Patrick Harris said
"the show is an important piece of work
for “people who don’t feel heard,”"
and that’s how I felt when I found it
I no longer have to deal
with that precise cause
once that ball is in motion
it’s pretty hard to stop
But because of Hedwig
I have reassessed myself
to the point where
at the very least
I know what&
Hoodie x reader- pt 6
The next day you woke. You and Hoodie shared a room so when you woke you saw Hoodie's sleeping figure next to you, making you smile. You weren't sure, but you thought you developed feeling for Hoodie. He was just too cute and adorable.
You carefully sat up, not wanting to wake Hoodie, but apparently, not careful enough. Hoodie felt you moving and opened his eyes. "(Y-YN)?"He asked in a still sleepy voice. "sorry, Hoodie. Didn't mean to wake you." Hoodie chuckled.
"You're an e-early riser, aren't y-you? None of t-the others will even be awake." Hoodie said. You looked to the clock. 6:24 AM. Wow that's early. Hoodie wrapped an arm around you and gently pushed back down and hugged you close. You blushed. Soon his grip loosed and you assumed he went back to sleep as did you.
(Le time skip~)
"I'M GONNA KILL YOU!" You heard yelling as you jolted awake. The sudden jolt awoke Hoodie as well. "GET BACK HERE YOU MASKED FREAK!" Hoodie also heard the yelling. "
Himaruya's Island for Peculiar People: Prologue
Himaruya's Island for Peculiar People
I was finally able to travel the world on my own, being 18 years old and all. I had recently been staying at my aunt's place in Japan with her family when she told me a story she had been hearing from locals.
"There is a mysterious island close to here that had been abandoned almost 100 years ago," she said at the dinner table.
"Really? Does it have ghosts of soldiers or something?" I had asked.
"No one knows," she replied, "no one goes there."
"I only hear rumors from my co-workers. I doubt they be real."
"A creepy island...? Seems like my sort of ordeal!" I exclaimed, "I think I'm gonna go check that place out."
"Oh, be careful then," my aunt told me, "there's a town across the waters from it you can stay in a hotel or apartment there. How long will you be in Japan?"
"About year or just a few months," I replied.
After that I ventured off to the town that was close to the haunted island. I bought an apartment in town. It wa
Adobe Slabs Segment 4
And the problem with Ema, was that, well. Um.
“Hey! I heard from your sister that you’re living with a guy now! Where is he?” An all-too-familiar pair of rose-tinted shades and an honorable attempt to resurrect three decade-old clothes (that smelled like they were fresh out of a thrift-store, mixed with cologne and smoke) stood in his doorway on a tall, lithe frame. The guy pushed past M just like any other door and scoped the apartment for another being.
“...Why are you talking to my sister?”
The new visitor took it upon himself to open all the doors in the apartment, even the cupboards. He got to the refrigerator, opened it...
... And pulled out a chocolate milk. He popped the top and took a gulp. “Is he not here?”
Was, well, Ema had a slight pro
SMB Heroes of the Stars TimelineMario's and Luigi's Childhood:
Mario and Luigi's Adventures:
Super Mario Bros
Super Mario Bros 2
Super Mario Bros 3
New Super Mario Bros 2
Super Mario World
Super Mario RPG –Legend of the Seven Stars
Super Mario 64
Super Mario Sunshine
New Super Mario Bros DS
New Super Mario Bros Wii
Mario & Luigi Superstar Saga
New Super Mario Bros Wii U
Super Mario Galaxy
Surprise~ 2PItaly X Reader chapter 10
You sit around in the library looking at picture for hours. Then you come across a picture of what looks like a younger version of you hugging a miserable younger looking Feliciano but from what Oliver has told you it must have been Luciano.
“Olly what’s the story behind this picture?” Oliver looks over to the picture you are holding,
“That? We were all at the park I went to take the picture and Luciano didn’t want it done, so he tried covering the lens” he started chuckling remembering it.
“I wish I could remember…” You looked down feeling sad, “Was he nice then?”
“Only to you poppet”
“I wish I could remember, then I think I wouldn’t hate him as much”
“It can’t be helped poppet, I think as soon as you find yourself again you’ll remember when you need to”
“Thanks Olly” You hug him and he hugs back, “Let’s move to another room poppet” you
Death Battle: B. Orchid vs. Elektra Prelude
Roy: They are both assassins in their own right, and they come packed with similar weapons and their own share of superhuman and supernatural qualities and powers.
Ivan: Here we have B. Orchid, the secret agent sent to investigate Killer Instinct.
Dillios: And Elektra, the mercenary who once worked for S.H.I.E.L.D.-
Roy: Dillios, what the hell are you doing?
Dillios: Umm...my job.
Ivan: No, no, your job is the tool that says useless puns and one-liners. You were the third guy who applied for a job here, and DOGE felt you were only good because your voice sounds like the Narrator from 300. That's why we call you Dillios. I mean, your real name is Frederick. You are useless and that is why you had one line, because that is what you are capable of.
Dillios/Bert: That hurts man. Besides, I got a promotion and now I'm working with you guys!
Roy: Just saying, your'e Frederick now. No more cool nickname.
Roy: Anyways, it is our job to analyze their weapons, powe
Hermione's friend, 1Criselda stared at the hat for what seemed like a lifetime. It had every colour of the rainbow and more and it had the shape of a tornado, which grew wider with every inch it went up. By all the rules of logic and even those of magic, that hat should not be able to exist or stand straight on top of a head like it was doing at the moment. Yet, somehow it did. Already, a little berd was using it as a nest, but the blonde girl who was wearing it didn´t seem to know, or mind it at all. She kept staring at the forest with those big blue eyes and that lost smile of hers. Criselda smiled a little. No matter how much she tried, she would never be able to make sense of Luna. At least, the blue shirt and grey pants she was wearing on the rest of her body made more sense.
Criselda herself was, like always, wearing her long, dark-raven hair long and well-dressed, like a waterfall of thing night strands. A leaf-green blouse with silver borders and a pair of dark-grey, almost black, pants cover
creepypasta x reader 7 minutes in heaven: Jeff
Everyone gathered for Seven minutes in heaven. When you reached into a hat you were poked by something sharp. You pulled out the object. It was a knife. Jeff smirked taking the knife. "that's mine." He said as he grabbed your wrist, pulling you into the closet with him. You blushed as BEN closed and locked the door.
The moment the door was locked you were pinned to a wall. Your wrists were held above your head. You looked at Jeff wide eyed. Jeff just smirked.
"You know, i've been wanting some time alone with you for quite some time." Jeff said. You opened your mouth to say something, but you were cut off when Jeff pressed his lips to yours. You stiffened for a few seconds before relaxing into the kiss.
Jeff let go of your wrists as her wrapped his arms around your waist, pulling you closer, deepening the kiss. You wrapped your arms around his neck.
The kiss went on like that for a couple of minutes and then Jeff lightly bit your bottom lip ask
Tornado Alley: Before The Storm (Chapter 1)
Our tale initiates in a muggy and warm fall morning in September of 1980. The day was September 24th, and a purple and blue lioness with green eyes was trying to make her way towards the hospital, but her cub would be born here soon, and she had no time! She found herself lying down in a lush green, tall, field, in Oklahoma. It was an ideal place for her to have her baby. Her baby was on her way, and her eye pupils retracted, becoming smaller. She was breathing in and out softly, and she pushed very hard, she let out a painful ROAR! She could hear her baby cub crying softly, she grabbed her, and put the cub into her paws, she gave the newborn cub a tongue bath. The cub looked up at it's mother, and became very quiet. The cub smiled. Christina Storm, The newborns mother, saw that her cub was pink and blue, and had it's father's eyes. The cub was a girl, as it was pink! ''Oh, she's perfect!'' She cooed to her daughter, nuzzling her softly. ''Honey? Honey? Where are you?
MY Father - MY Dad
After all this I made a realization. As you unfortunately know, my father died. He was consumed with his material worth and that was his downfall- it was to be expected. Still I can't believe he's gone, after selfish wishing through the years I finally know this isn't what I wanted. This isn't good at all. He's my father- I just am sad. That's the thing, my epiphany. Throughout it all and within your forever-flowing pages, I refer to the man as my father, my dad! I suppose that's all he ever was, not a friend or protector, just a relative. I'll go to the funeral. He always said that I looked ready for one. I may have hated him, but he deserves someone to mourn him.
five hour energyi suppose
last week was only an aftershock
of the earthquake you were before.
this place used to vibrate
with metal strings and melodic,
testimonies to life,
emitting coffee-scented moods
and the burn of it too.
i had memorized the
sounds of silence,
i couldn't help but relish it.
no longer had i known
the sounds of folk
and scent of mocha-
you became nothing more
than an echo of the laughter
i so desperately needed to hear again.
then the echoes got louder,
bouncing ferociously off the walls
to be made manifest
i walked into your room
expecting exactly what i found-
an unmade bed,
and an empty beer
(the one that you insisted you needed
just days ago).
i pressed my nose
into the pillow
for incense and cologne and starbucks
to penetrate my mind
and thinking fervently
i already know
what a clean sheet smells like."
how strong an aftershock can be,
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