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Post by Story on Dec 8, 2014 3:41:00 GMT
Hey, Goldie. I'm here.
I just don't know that I really feel Cross anymore, to be honest. Like...everything just...I don't know.
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Goldie
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The year is one thousand nine hundred and forty and something. Isn't. Right.
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Post by Goldie on Dec 8, 2014 22:33:42 GMT
awe...
Every one should listen to Pentatonix's Mary Did You Know RIGHT NOW. It is amazing.
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Post by Story on Dec 8, 2014 23:52:32 GMT
I'm not really a fan of Pentatonix but it's not too bad, actually.
Sorry, Goldie. I don't know...
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Post by Goldie on Dec 9, 2014 4:45:27 GMT
I usually don't like acapella but they're pretty good.
<3
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Post by Story on Dec 11, 2014 3:10:52 GMT
It's not too bad. I generally like Acapella, too.
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Post by Spotify on Dec 12, 2014 3:15:58 GMT
I know we're not rping anymore, but this scene just appeared and it won't go away. So I'm just gonna post this here so maybe it will leave me alone. Lol
"Are you? Are you? Coming to tree? They strung up at man, they say who murdered three. Strange things have happened, no stranger would it be if we met at midnight in the hanging tree..."
The haunting tune from Ever's lips as she gazed out at the pasture. Her horse, Devious, was close by, wearing no tack and seemingly enjoying herself as she grazed on the lush graze. The pair seemed comforted by just being near each other. A sad smile spread across Ever's pale pink lips as she glanced down at her wrists. The soft and vulnerable skin that was usually left unmarked was carved open with a razor blade. A dozen or so shallow horizontal cuts marred the precious skin from the beginning of her fore arms to her wrists. Swiftly, after Ever had the release she so desperately needed, she cleaned and bandages the cuts and then pulled back down her long sleeves to hide her freshly bound wrists. She didn't want anyone to know besides her sister, Dez, who had walked in on her doing it by accident. Ever since then Ever had made sure to do a better job at hiding her new addiction, though it hadn't stopped Dez from trying to get her to quit.
"C'mon, Ever. You know this isn't healthy for you. Please, please, just tell Aiden. I bet he could help you. He's good at helping with stuff like this, right? And you trust him, don't you? Please Ever...This scares me more then your drinking or purging ever did. Please? For me?" Dez said, her tone pleading as her blue eyes searched desperately for something in Ever's eyes, what? She didn't know.
"Dez, it helps with the pain. It keeps the memories at bay and I'm not drinking anymore. You should be happy for me, but no. Instead you put me down! Just like you always do. God, I bet your just jealous of me either that or you hate me! Which is it Dez? Which is it?"Ever growled, her eyes flaring with rage for a moment, before going dead once more.
"I don't hate you, Ever. I love you and that's why I want you to talk to Aiden. Please. Please tell me you will and I won't call mom."Dez said, pleadingly with her sister.
"Mom? You're bringing mom into this? Really?! Fine. I'll talk to Aiden! You happy now?"Ever screeched, seething.
Ever sighed as she pulled her legs to her chest. It had been a month since she had had that conversation with Dez and she still hadn't told Aiden. She didn't want to. She didn't want him to think any less of her and she was terrified she and Devious would be kicked out of Cross and that's the last thing Ever wanted, because that meant she would have to go home and going home was so not an option.
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Post by Spotify on Dec 13, 2014 4:39:40 GMT
So I found out my grandpa is in the hospital and they don't think he'll make it through...
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Post by Story on Dec 13, 2014 4:49:40 GMT
Hey, Spots. I'm sorry to hear that.  Hopefully things will turn around and he'll get better. Just know that whatever happens, I'm here for you if you need to talk, okay? |
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Post by Goldie on Dec 13, 2014 5:50:54 GMT
[Awe Spotsy I'm so sorry. We're here for you.]
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Post by Spotify on Dec 13, 2014 17:56:04 GMT
Thanks, guys. We're going to see him, but it's not looking good. They are gonna take him off the machines tomorrow
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Post by Story on Dec 13, 2014 19:51:14 GMT
I'm sorry, Spots. |
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Post by Spotify on Dec 16, 2014 22:19:29 GMT
He died yesterday...
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Post by Goldie on Dec 17, 2014 2:49:25 GMT
Oh hun I'm so sorry. We're all here for you. My grandpa passed away at the end of October after carrying around several oxygen tanks for over a year. I know how you feel sweetie. It gets better, knowing he's not hurting anymore is what got me through it all.
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Post by Story on Dec 17, 2014 19:11:54 GMT
Oh, Spots, I'm sorry.
I guess, kind of what Goldie said is what you have to focus on.
Back in 2010, I lost both of my grandmothers within four months of each other. Both had been sick for a long time and the thing I focused on was that both were free from their illnesses and that they had loved me so much and were proud.
Your grandpa loved you and he got to see you grow up into this beautiful, amazing, kind person, Spots, and I'll bet you he was proud of that and he's no longer sick and he'll watch over you
think of the good times. It'll be bittersweet, but think of the fun times with him, when he was healthier, and it is a little better. Time will pass and it'll be easier to think of him, I promise
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Post by Amber on Dec 18, 2014 23:59:04 GMT
I'm sorry for not being on lately, guys.
I've been sooooo busy.
My dog died last month, and then a week later we moved an hour away.
And then holidays and ugh.
And my cat got lost outside and I had panic attcks, but she's back now and I think she's pregnant...
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