

The Goddess of JudgmentI can feel the shadows shifting around me as I lift the set of scales from the table, grasping the very top between two fingers. My eyes roam over the beads scattered across the table. If I focus on them along enough, a shade of blue darker than my own eyes can be seen swirling in the center of each reflective surface.The Goddess of Judgment
The blue is the soul that I am about to judge, for I am the Goddess of Judgment. Each bead is compared to the weight of the ideal perfect soul, which stays always on the left scale. If the examined soul balances the scales, the soul is fit to be born into the world once again.
I can feel th


He PaintsTo explain his new ideas, he paints, knowing that only a few might come to understand, to see, to feel what it is he tries to express.He Paints
To release his sorrow, he paints. To unleash his anger, he paints. To forgive those who do not understand, see, feel, he paints.
For the sound of inks against the canvas, he paints a picture that only a few will bother to try to understand.
For the feel of the brush in and against his hands, he paints a message that no one else might ever see.
For the gentle mixture of colors, an emotion that n


As DreamsLike bubbles born by breath, we start so small and steadily grow to sizes of all sorts, given life by lives, by those living the lives that surround us, start us, shape us, feed us, tend us, and soon--As Dreams
Enough, we think, enough of that. Little hands, big hands, thin hands, thick hands reach for us, grab at us, try to claim us and steal us, but we--
Evade them, flitting through air on feathers made of made of hope, soaring to new heights and straining to reach our destinations, whichever place each might be, for each of us has a different purpose, a different


Memories of Sleep V2.0Every other weekend with him only happened once every other month, when he would pick us up (always late), drop us off at our old home - which could never be just "dad's house" - and leave to work or to sleep.Memories of Sleep V2.0
My sister and I would eat, just us two. We would play in the silence, broken only by the dog munching on his food, until we slept, waiting, waking alone, only to wait and sleep some more.
When the dog died, I remember days of tears and weeks of refusing to visit. The silence was too overwhelming, echoing through the halls of my childhood &n
Devious Comments
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Pffft you're just jealous 'cause the voices are talking to me!
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"Anyway, if you stop tellin' people it's all sorted out after they're dead, they might try sorting it all out while they're alive."
-Terry Pratchett/Neil Gaiman, Good Omens
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Too clever is dumb!
Mine's Yurushi no Ame these days
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I wish I were an Oscar Meyer Wiener....
I miss you!!!!!!
I miss everyone ><
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I wish I were an Oscar Meyer Wiener....
Kackling Auntie Is Young Always.
Guess who too!
Spread the DA love around! (you can copy and paste this message on their userpage!)
*dingding* RULES:
1- You can hug the person who hugged you!
2- You can't hug the person more than 3 times
3- You -MUST- hug 6 other people
4- You should hug them in public! Paste it on their user page! c'mon..don't be scared of public displays of affection
5- Random hugs are perfectly okay! (and sweet)
6- You should most definitly get started hugging right away!
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If you light a man a fire, you will keep him warm for a while. If you SET a man afire, you will keep him warm for the rest of his life.
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If you light a man a fire, you will keep him warm for a while. If you SET a man afire, you will keep him warm for the rest of his life.
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