Warrior cats of TTREDIT: The gathering will be held February 12, in Vibrant Valley, CADTime is still being agreed on, but so far 9PM EST is working out for the majority. ...If you watch me for something other than warrior cats disregard this messageThis journal is in regards to creating Gatherings for clans as well as moon pool travels for medicine cats. With all the new clans popping up around toontown, Briar, Valley, Wind, Obscured etc. just to name a few. I thought it would be a good idea to have each of these clans interact with one another nicely through meetings once a month, as well as having the medicine cats interact through dreams. RiverClan has already experimented with a few prophecies our medicine cats have offered- and turns out they're A LOT of fun! My medicine cats have agreed it would be even more fun having other clan's medicine cats to join as well. Within the warriors books the clans gathered under the full moon- this months full moon is Febru
Loved Deeper StillI have indeed loved deeper stillBefore my mem'ry let you go,And cast about for barren thrill.I have indeed loved deeper still,And I will love again. I will.My calloused heart will overflow;I have indeed loved deeper stillBefore my mem'ry let you go.Come back to me and force my hand--I cannot cause myself to feel.Your love my heart will not withstand;Come back to me and force my hand.Alas, you heed not my command.Instead, you wish my soul to heal.Come back to me and force my hand--I cannot cause myself to feel.This love steals slowly in the night--I breathe the soft grace as I sink.What must I do? How shall I fight?This love steals slowly in the night.I have indeed loved; you were right:I built my shackles link by link.This love steals slowly in the night--I breathe the soft grace as I sink.
LatelyLately I've found myself wishing that I could light myself on fire.As every inch of my skin peeled off and turned to ash.And all of this ache and painwould be less then this flame engulfing me.Lately I've been keeping secrets.But these stains on my sheets won't wash out.And these bruises won't fade,These scabs won't heal.I'll paint my nails red so my mother won't know.But no mixture of soap and watercould wash away this shamethis guilt.Lately I've found myself wishing that I could light myself on fire.
girlstunnel vision and hollywood filmstars; i'll never be like them and i'llnever understand why they're so prettyand why they're so skinny and how cometheir hair and their eyes and their skinlook like fluorescent lights;fake and alien,that's what bestdescribes themfix your attitude andplace your knees sdrawkcab as you look in themirror|rorrimthat lipstick won't match withthat mascara and neither will that blushand those diamond earrings you gotafter you pierced your ears withsewing pins because you didn't havethe money to get them done by aprofessional.why can't i be perfect(why can't perfect be me)clementines taste almost as thoughthey were sharpies, now; i'm windingd o w nand d o w nlike a jack in the box, and i'm turningto plastic like the doll that i'll neverbe unless i stop eating and i start givingup on food and qui(e)t the urge for hunger;(i