slow_dive
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| 07 Sep 2016 04:56 PM |
| #1: proficiency at guitar, singing, and being sad transcend age |
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Finn102
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| 07 Sep 2016 04:57 PM |
| #2: RAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAVVVEEEE DOOOOOOOOOWWWWNNNNNNN |
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| 07 Sep 2016 05:03 PM |
| #3: RAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAVE up? |
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| 07 Sep 2016 06:34 PM |
#4 in a nightmare i am falling from the ceiling into bed beside u im awake ur screaming shoving me to try and wake me up but like before you got no interest in the life you had when you're awake you're breathing is benext me while im still awake you're screaming and crying and hurting me and thne crying and flying apologizing
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slow_dive
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| 07 Sep 2016 06:38 PM |
| #5: remembering that you used to listen to the antlers and write fanfiction about their lead singer |
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| 07 Sep 2016 06:40 PM |
#6 wow also send me some of that fanfiction please
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slow_dive
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| 07 Sep 2016 06:49 PM |
#7: Sangy Silberman had always hated noisy New York with its tan, tense trees. It was a place where she felt relaxed.
She was a loving, patient, cocoa drinker with solid legs and brunette abs. Her friends saw her as a scary, stingy sickly kitten. Once, she had even rescued a steep toddler from a burning building. That's the sort of woman he was.
Sangy walked over to the window and reflected on her snooty surroundings. The moon shone like chatting maggots.
Then she saw something in the distance, or rather someone. It was the figure of Peter Silberman. Peter was an intelligent tough dog with skinny legs and beautiful abs.
Sangy gulped. She was not prepared for Peter.
As Sangy stepped outside and Peter came closer, she could see the stingy glint in his eye.
Peter gazed with the affection of 882 delightful grotesque giraffes. He said, in hushed tones, "I love you and I want affection."
Sangy looked back, even more sad and still fing######### solid guillotine. "Peter, I think I have cancer," she replied.
They looked at each other with lonely feelings, like two funkelplopping, fancy frogs loving at a very hopeful wake, which had indie rock music playing in the background and two adorable uncles smiling to the beat.
Sangy studied Peter's skinny legs and beautiful abs. Eventually, she took a deep breath. "I'm sorry," began Sangy in apologetic tones, "but I don't feel the same way, and I never will. I just don't love you Peter."
Peter looked anxious, his emotions raw like a broad, bewildered blade.
Sangy could actually hear Peter's emotions shatter into 9154 pieces. Then the intelligent tough dog hurried away into the distance.
Not even a mug of cocoa would calm Sangy's nerves tonight. THE END |
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Loyal2One
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| 07 Sep 2016 06:51 PM |
| Two lines in and I'm already muddled O.o |
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| 07 Sep 2016 06:52 PM |
im laughing and confused but im mostly really angry and leaving this thread forever goodbye
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slow_dive
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| 07 Sep 2016 06:54 PM |
"im laughing and confused but im mostly really angry and leaving this thread forever goodbye"
wait no come back ): |
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| 07 Sep 2016 06:56 PM |
this was the most atrocious fanfiction i have ever read in my life and by god have i read some bad ones
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| 07 Sep 2016 06:57 PM |
u just ####posted the biggest ####poster on this subforum, me
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| 07 Sep 2016 06:58 PM |
"this was the most atrocious fanfiction i have ever read in my life and by god have i read some bad ones"
i just used a short story generator
i don't even know where any of my old fanfiction is tbh, i think i deleted most (if not all) of it |
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Loyal2One
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| 07 Sep 2016 07:05 PM |
Your pseudonym A name you would like to be known by |
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| 07 Sep 2016 07:05 PM |
| "what is a pen name" something like ### or papermate |
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| 07 Sep 2016 07:08 PM |
Pale Folklore had always loved atrocious MT with its powerless, poor people with bad taste. It was a place where he felt stable.
He was an understanding, remarkable, tea drinker with moist feet and blonde eyelashes. His friends saw him as an attractive, agreeable angel. Once, he had even rescued a shaggy puppy from a burning building. That's the sort of man he was.
Pale walked over to the window and reflected on his really bad surroundings. The ice teased like loving bears.
Then he saw something in the distance, or rather someone. It was the figure of Finn 102. Finn was a cute volcano with vast feet and fragile eyelashes.
Pale gulped. He was not prepared for Finn### As Pale stepped outside and Finn came closer, he could see the glint in his eye.
Finn gazed with the affection of 2255 lovable flipping frogs. He said, in hushed tones, "I love you and I want to be together again."
Pale looked back, even more concerned and still feeling the ribbed piano. "Finn, I'm sorry," he replied.
They looked at each other with worried feelings, like two graceful, gloopy gerbils jumping at a very intelligent plug party, which had classical music playing in the background and two caring uncles rampaging to the beat.
Pale studied Finn's vast feet and fragile eyelashes. Eventually, he took a deep breath. "I'm sorry," began Pale in apologetic tones, "but I don't feel the same way, and I never will. I just don't love you Finn."
Finn looked sleepy, his emotions raw like a good, gloopy guillotine.
Pale could actually hear Finn's emotions shatter into 188 pieces. Then the cute volcano hurried away into the distance.
Not even a cup of tea would calm Pale's nerves tonight.
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| 08 Sep 2016 01:01 AM |
| #8: Being in love with David. |
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| 08 Sep 2016 11:23 AM |
| #9: having to repeatedly explain to people that no, i despise david and want to set him on fire |
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| 08 Sep 2016 11:49 AM |
#11: looking at pictures of sad guitar guys*
*david does not qualify as a sad guitar guy
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Finn102
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| 08 Sep 2016 11:50 AM |
| he's just a sad person who can't play guitar |
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