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PersistenceThe only thing that gets people through life, she thought. What else could?Persistence by HerLovelySuicide
When things crack people, when things knock us down, when we skin our knees, when our hearts break, what else can get us through life? Only persistence.
Sure, sometimes our persistence falters, sometimes we want to give up. Sometimes, we just want to fall, and never get back up.
But we do.
We get up. We move on. We keep walking. Walking down the road of life.
Yeah, we get tired. Yeah, we get beat down. Yeah, we do. But we don't stay tired, we don't stay down. We just don't.
We get back up on our feet. We keep going.
TrustPeople don't trust people as much as they think, she realized. Then she thought.Trust by HerLovelySuicide
If people trusted people, what was the point of secrets? Whats the point of keeping skeletons in your closet?
Because people don't trust people. People don't trust people with the little secrets that make us us . People don't want to admit it, but these secrets, no matter how terrible, affect them. These secrets make them who they are. If it weren't for these secrets, these things they witnessed or took place in or caused or delayed or thought about or whatever made them into who they are. Whether horrible or blissful or passionate or dull, scary, happy, frightening, amazing, indescribable, they shaped that person. They changed that person.
Secrets. Trust. Whats the point?
What is love?Love.What is love? by HerLovelySuicide
What is there about "love" that worth getting philisophical about? Why do so many people get so confused about love? Love is love, right?
If love is so simple, why isn't it easy to figure it out? Because its not simple. How can it be? An emotion so strong its nearly tangable, so hot-wired it makes us do stupid stuff? If love isn't simple, does that mean its complex? Of course not!
We all know when we feel it. That warm feeling in our hearts that makes us feel like we're flying, a million miles away with only the target of our affection, the one that keeps us from sleeping at night, the one that, no matter how selfish we are, makes us want to waste every dollar we have if it'll make them happy.
Thats what love is. Love is the rose in a life of thorns.
LoZ: Seal of the SpiritStanding at the precipice of the ancient structure, Jeff was damp with sweat from the hot desert sun, and intrigued by the vast size of the seemingly untouched structure before them, which stood in stark contrast with the almost non-existent remains of small wooden structures they had just seen on their way in.LoZ: Seal of the Spirit by NemesisOmega
He thought at first that it had been some kind of coliseum, as the size and layout of the central building would suggest, but found that the more they explored the ruined insides of the building leading up to the central area, the more confused he got.
There were many barred cell doors, most of them completely rusted over and broken down, with one or two intact bars here and there, he turned to his father, who was enthusiastically examining every detail of the barred doors, and said "Dad was this some kind of prison?" he nodded, saying "Yes, son, that's exactly what it was. Though I've yet to find markings over the cells matching the usual ancient pattern of identifying wh