Behold the alternate cover. Gasp. Swoon. Wet yourself. Is it not brilliant? Is it not OMINOUS?
For more information, check out this guest blog I wrote for Waterstones here:
http://www.waterstones.com/blog/2014/07/skulduggery-pleasant-the-dying-of-the-light/#more-55456
(In other news, the Minions who have signed up for the Theatre of Shadows will be receiving an email on Saturday afternoon, around about 4 PM, detailing what the whole thing is about.
Here's a hint: it's AWESOME.
You can sign up at any time here theatreofshadows.ie)
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Far from too old to beat some respect into a kid...
*He puts his hoodie back on, the darkness once again surrounding him*
*He sits cross-legged on the ground, his back to her*
You have ten seconds.
*grins*
Missed the sounds of my screams have you? You could always ask James for the CD. In fairly certain he has one.
James: *steps out from his hiding place*
That I do. Not as good as the real thing though.
*shadows pin Silente to a tree, stabbing through her shoulders*
*cries out*
Damn!
*doesn't look up from his counting*
5...
4...
3...
James: *the shadows twist, growing barbs* *smiles maliciously, ignoring Blake's counting*
*cries and almost screams at the pain*
*sends a kick flying for James*
James: *laughs easily avoiding the kick and sending shadows to grab her leg* *the wrench hard on it, snapping the bones in it*
*screams*
2...
1...
*He seems to disappear for a moment, only to re-materialize in a flash behind James*
*He sends a spinning kick backed up by darkness hurtling at James's neck*
James: *teleports before the kick can land* *taps Blake on the shoulder* *laughs and sends shadows flying for Silente's hands*
*cries out, unable to move from their path*
James stop dragging this on! We made a deal!
*Dozens of tendrils of darkness whip out of Blake's arms, stabbing at James from all sides*
Please don't mess with my entertainment... I'll be forced to play with you too.
James: *hisses, teleporting away from the shadows* Very well Darling. Bon Voyage!
*sends shadows flying for her heart, neck, eyes and brain* *laughs*
*He rises out of a shadow in front of Silente, a wall of darkness rising with him to block James's attack*
James: *growls, glaring at the wall* *teleports behind Blake and grabs one of Silente's own daggers* *presses it hard against her neck, pushing it slowly through*
Didn't you say you were leaving...
*A spike of darkness shoots out of his back straight for James's head*
James: *ducks quickly under the shadow grinning as it stabs into Silente's head instead* Yes. Yes I did. *teleports away, satisfies that Silente is once again dead*
*slumps against Blake*
Oh for the love of...
*The spike dissipates, leaving a hole roughly the size of a quarter in her head*
*He picks up her body and drops into their shadow, rising back into the real world in Blake and Chione's living room. He lays her on the couch and slits his wrist, holding it over her mouth*
After you wake up you're cleaning the bloodstains...
(There's a hole in her head genius. Blood can't fix death. Wounds, yes. Death? No.)
((Oh come on you've only been dead for a few seconds. Major body functions haven't had time to stop working and you're a freaking vampire, what happened to the uber healing whether blood was involved or not?))
(She stopped with the healing shit when she turned suicidal. She's...not been very well recently. But i'll see what I can do.)
*the blood slowly fills her mouth*
*after too long a time, groans and begins swallowing the blood*
*eyes snap open and focus on his arm*
Try not to make me a withered husk huh?
*offers his wrist to her*
*shakes head and applies pressure to his wrist to stem the bleeding*
*the hole in her head is just a little bloodied gash*
Don't.
*her eyes are sad*
Something wrong? Don't tell me a vampire lost her appetite for blood.
*shakes her head and sits up*
Nah. Nothing like that. But...yeah.
*looks away at a table*
Just don't.
Herro nutbags
Whatever you say...
*sits down next to her*
So, James is a dick.
*picks up the remote and starts flipping through channels*
(SNOW! NAME! DYING! BAD!)
(Hey.)
Herro supreme nutbag, how may I be of assistance? On second thought I'm busy caring for my friend who recently died.
Yeah. He's not that bad.
*sighs and stares at her hands*
XD fine. I'll change my name if its a matter of life or death.
(Thank you! I swear, ever. Single. Time. I read it my brains just like NEVER! and it doesn't realise BREATHING IS IMPORTANT!)
How about this?
"Not that bad"? He literally just killed you. Well technically I killed you but I was aiming for him the little douche just ducked.
*stops on a program about a stunning new discovery into the hypothetical world of magic*
Ah irony...
(See that's good. My brain now rebels to the 'continue breathing out' part and keeps breathing. :) )
XD Tempest, your brain is odd.
*stares at the TV*
*shakes her head*
He's not that bad. He has a point...
In case you're not told today:
-You matter to me
-I love you.
-Thank you for being you
-You're beautiful - inside and out
-It's okay to be not okay
-I'm proud of you
<3
In case you're not told today:
-You matter to me
-I love you.
-Thank you for being you
-You're beautiful - inside and out
-It's okay to be not okay
-I'm proud of you
<3
What point may that be? The one that pierced your hand? Or maybe your leg?
In case you're not told today:
-You matter to me
-I love you.
-Thank you for being you
-You're beautiful - inside and out
-It's okay to be not okay
-I'm proud of you
<3
(It really is. I think its due to my life long debate with a friend over breathing being essential. My brain decided breathing wasn't necessary, it was just a bad habit that we rely on, like smoking or drinking. My brains special like that.)
Oops, sorry for the triple comment, haha. :P
Night guys I love you. <3
Not the physical points Blake.
*lays back against the back of the couch and sighs, closing her eyes*
You won't understand. No one else did.
((That's... interestingly impossible. Breathing is a subconscious task, your brain should be making you do it whether you've had a lifelong debate on the necessity of it or not...))
(Night Lucifer. Don't let anyone dull your sparkle.)
Having a god trapped in my I tend to understand things the usual Joe doesn't, try me.
*leans back and keeps going into his shadow, he pops back out the same spot a moment later with a pre-made bag of popcorn*
(yeah well my brain isn't normal. It likes arguing against things and trying to prove its point. It also likes to do the opposite of instructions it decides are pointless. I have a VERRRRRY special brain.)
((Trapped in me*))
I remember a conversation one time sith my fdiends about a similar thing: What if breathing is actually bad for us and we are meant to lice longer than we do? But because we breath the air, which is actually poisonous, we die "young"
*shakes her head*
I just...
*sighs*
It doesn't matter. You'll just be like the others. And I don't need more people watching my every move to make sure I don't run away or end it. I have enough with the people already watching me.
((Go ahead and try not breathing for a while Snow, see how much longer you live.))
(I have also used that argument snow. It's weird isn't it. Old age is really oxygen poisoning.)
If you say so.
*Takes a handful of popcorn then offers the bag to her*
*looks at the bag*
*looms at his face*
*rolls her eyes and gets up*
((Also I used to be Sith. Grey now, It's much more laid back))
I know its a stupid thought, Blake, but its a fun idea.
I'm always coming up with odd theories that can't possibly be true. I do it for the laughs, for the way my brain works after it.
**looks
Yeesh, I know solid food has no real use for you but you still have taste buds right?
*takes another handful of popcorn*
Yes I have tastebuds.
*walks away from him, towards the front door*
If I nobody hears from you in a few hours I'm gonna come looking... and that's real easy to do in the shadow world.
Okay. Good luck with that.
*walks out and into the woods quickly, closing the door behind her*
If you'll excuse me Snow I've got some things to do. Try not to burn the house down while I'm gone...
*He sinks into his shadow*
*A moment later his hand pops up and grabs the bag of popcorn before disappearing again*
*weaves through the woods to the large Hawthorne tree*
*steps through the portal in its trunk*
*doesn't stop to admire the grave yard, instead hurries into the maloseum*
*closes the door once she's inside and curls up, back resting on the door*
Good god. Does anyone know where I left snow?!
I've been trying to work out a way to bring her and lea back into the rp.
(No idea snow. You've never rped with me on so I've no idea where you last had her....)
*sighs and let's the silent tears flow*
*removes the ever present bandages from her wrist, ripping free the scabs that lay beneath*
*curls up tightly*
*He stalks out of the darkness hanging over the volcano, headed once again to the small cavern hidden from all but him. He stumbles at the door, clutching his chest*
Erebus: You've waited a bit too long this hmm? It would be a shame if that little temporary seal of yours were to break like the last one.
Shut up... it's been holding you this long hasn't it, "Dark God"?
Erebus: Hmph. Your body will be mine someday, that was decided when I first possessed you.
Yeah yeah, shut up and let me work in peace.
*He stands in the center of the magic circle, the ever-burning black candles casting an ominous glow as he chants ancient words. His body visible relaxes as the temporary seal strengthens*
I regret ever breaking the real first seal...
Erebus: Oh but wasn't it fun? Now all your little friends know what I'm like at 1/16th of my full power!
Didn't I say shut it? I don't need you to remind me...
*He steps out of the mirage boulder and drops into the shadow world*
Oh! I remember. Just after her and lea fought and than got back together.
I'm thinking of killing lea. Idk why. I'm just sick of him.
That sounds very evil....
((Aw, bye Silente!))
Toodles Tempest.
Wbd. Breakfast.
((ahdsakndj,kasudyigyuadhjkajdgu everybody just leave me to RP with the apparently unnecessary air why don't you?))
(Ignore that, I get a bit longer.)
*watches blood leak lazily from her wrists to the ground*
*curls up, surrounded ny her family*
*starts speaking quickly in French*
Still here, just eating
*pauses her speaks*
*sighs and rest her head against her knees*
What I'm trying to say is, sorry.
*looks at the shelves housing the coffins of her family*
*shakes her head and looks at the smashed shelf that had been designed for her but wad destroyed*
*crawls over to where it was*
*He walks through the shadow world, moving faster than anything ever could in the real world*
Wonder if Silente's back yet...
*Reaches out to the darkness, searching for her signature shadow*
(they're like fingerprints, every one of them is unique from a necromancer's point of view)
There she is.
*He appears at her reverse form in seconds*
*Looks around, studying the crypt*
This is... I understand now...
*Walks back to his reverse home and pops out of the couch, leaning back and closing his eyes*
*turns, thinking she heard something*
*shakes her head and lays in the spot her shelf was*
*curls up tightly, tucking her head to her knees*
*let's the tears rip through her*
*shudders and clings to her knees*
(Okay NOW I have to leave. Unfortunately for me school isn't closed yet and I have it in the morning. See y'all real soon.)
*eventually falls asleep on the cold hard ground with tears staining her face and the dead all around her*
((Still not out? Man that sucks... bye Silente!))
I keep trying to sign up, but it keeps saying g "you can't sign up at this time." Or whatever. Help.
Not sure what to do... if this is the first time you've tried it maybe you just need to try again tomorrow? Sorry for not being very helpful.
I've got to go for dinner, goodbye anyone and everyone who's still around.
Herrow? Mortals?
Herrow Trip, be careful who you call mortal.
Blake! I haven't seen you in yonkty diddle!
And that is an idiom.
Probably.
I'm not entirely certain how long a yonkty diddle is but I must agree! How've you been old buddy old pal?
Oh you know, can't complain. I'm on holiday now, which is nice. You?
I've been on summer break for some time now, unfortunately I start work Tuesday. So hooray, I'll be occupied eight hours a day five days a week until school starts again. Then it'll only be six hours.
Heheh, sucker. Just steal whatever you need! There'a absolutely no negative concequences at all why would there be shut up?
But yeah, we'll done on getting a job and being proactive and the like.
If I'm not being intrusive- and feel free to tell me if I am -what's the pay like?
$8 an hour, not bad at all at 40 hours a week and for a first job if I do say so myself.
Yeah, that's 75 cents above federal minimum wage. Not bad at all.
Indeed it is. Enough talk of boring things such as jobs though, how's about a drink? I haven't been to your bar in ages.
Yeah, soon I'll be opening it up for a bit more selling now I'm on holiday.
So, what do you want?
I feel as though I'll regret this but surprise me.
*returns with a gallon of Pimms and a shot glass*
The Pimms shot glass challenge, from The King's Head pub. I'm afraid if I disclosed the county I'd have to pay them, so we'll settle for that.
Fair enough... might I ask your personal record?
I've never done it, it's just what popped out of the wheelbarrow.
I see... interesting wheelbarrow.
Yes, it's where I get all the drinks. It's bottomless, you see.
Me and Chione could use a bottomless storage... you'd be amazed all the stuff that ends up laying around the house.
Unfortunately, it's more like a cornucopia than a subspace handbag; it'll never run out but you can't put more stuff in.
Darn, there goes my plans of stealing it. After all it wouldn't have had any negative repercussions, right?
((sorry for poofing there))
ASDFGHJKLASDFGUJKLJGSGDUWK
ASDFGHJKLASDFGUJKLJGSGDUWK INDEED SNOW.
BDHDBDGDVUXDVXUDB Snow, JWNDHSVDVHSVSUS DJSNDJSOW DNSKSKSNDB?
HOW DARE YOU "JWNDHSVDVHSVSUS DJSNDJSOW DNSKSKSNDB" SNOW. I DEMAND YOU APOLOGIZE THIS INSTANT.
Never, you BSBDUDGEGSUXGEKDBFIVFBFKFNDL!
Why you sir are a ALSDHJASJNKDLAWDHAWKJBDKAWH!
*gasps*
BSJDBDCUDG DJDFONSNSCKJRW DKDKWNDMCKSN!
*Dives in and hugs Trip* *Dives out*
*Shoots a massive blast of darkness after Adra*
SAOASUDHJASKJUHDA! Oh my, terribly sorry Adra! A bit caught up in the moment!
Trip you ASOHDKAJSDLAIOUI look what you made me do!
No you JBEJDBDICBDKDHDXO, that was all your fault!
Do be careful how you act around Adra, Blake.
Ghosting once again Alastair? Terrifying, I'll be sure to actually hit her next time.
*Its head shakes, utterly amused at the sight unfolding in front of it* Pathetic little creatures...
Don't you GYFUCYDRXJFIGJVTUVUCKGIN dare.
Anyone remember the time I broke her neck? Fun fun fun...
*takes a deep bow*
We try our best Miss Jazz
Good god what did I do.
Indeed we do, Mr. Soul.
Was I eating popcorn then? That seems to be a new hobby of mine... I was just doing it earlier today after bringing Silente back from the dead.
Oh Silente doesn't kill people! Usually...
*Reaches into a shadow and pulls out a bag of popcorn*
On an entirely unrelated topic, popcorn anyone?
*holds out the bag*
(That awkward moment where someone says that fresh water is better for treating wounds than salt water... Wut???)))
((What evidence have they to support this claim?))
http://www.chickensmoothie.com/Forum/viewtopic.php?f=64&t=2342159&start=330
)))
(None. It's in a role play on anther site.
Like. Wut?))
(People on that site are stupid. So many of them write stuff like this. 'she sat doun'
Oh. Grammar is terrible. Where are the capital letter and the period? One does not simply, 'sit down'. Do they fall? Do they put their hands behind them to ease the weight off a sore leg? WHAT DO THEY DOOOOO?! Who is even the character that they role play as?!))
((Just... Arg.))
(And apparently she was talking about drinking.
WHY WOULD YOU BRING UP BLOOD POSIONING IF YOU WERE TALKING ABOUT DRINKING THE WATER??? COME ON!! I HATE YOU!!)))
((Indeed... we're by no means all hardcore RPers who write a paragraph each post but at least we can spell...))
(I. Re. Ducking. Fuse.))
Wool! Best top ever!
What?))
((Speaking of RPs let's get back to it eh?))
*Blake finishes off the popcorn and shoves the bag into a shadow*
Well, I dunno about all of you bu-
*He suddenly doubles over in pain, clutching his chest*
Seriously..? I just redid the seal earlier today...
*he falls to his knees, still clutching his chest*
((Seriously guys I'm trying to bring the RP back... y'know.... the reason we're here... other than the amazingness of SP...))
(Blake. That...
I'm the oldest Bloglandian here. Like, right now. I'm almost 2. Before these RPs, we would talk. Like we are doing now. We used to have Blogfights. It was great.
But now, Blogland is just of RPs.
I'm actually sad now...)
((Actually, when I first arrived we just talked. And anyway, I'm going to sleep now. Toodles!))
(Bye Trip! *Hugs*))
((We still talk quite a bit, I personally find RPing and Blogfights more fun but hey if you guys want to have a quaint little conversation that's perfectly fine as well))
(No... I'm just stuck in the past..))
((Probably not, I'm just the most prone to fight RPer on this blog. Seriously, ask anyone who RPs here on a regular basis...))
I'm rarely here mainly because the roleplaying has deteriorated into mainly either mindless fights or constant damsels in distress.
(Alastair, I couldn't have said it better myself. But I do have hope that Blogland will return. So that's why I stick around.))
((You two have fun reminiscing about the past... which sounds like a rather dull time... I'll be going now. Goodbye and good luck to everyone and anyone who is still around))
(Bye Blake!
"i. I expect you to write at least paragraph, although more is preferable. A paragraph means perhaps eight sentences, with six or so lines. There are no exceptions for writer's block, you'll have to find a way past it.
ii. I expect a strong vocabulary, impeccable spelling, and perfect grammar. This includes mixing up their/there/they're and your/you're.
iii. Girls hoping to be betrothed to the prince MUST be ages sixteen through twenty.
iv. I expect you to make your own form, but it must contain the personality and perhaps some history of the character, a first, middle, and last name. The last name is their "House," whichever family they are from. It must contain a picture of the character. It must contain a short, NO PICTURE description of the house's banner and the general reputation of the house if they have one.
v. No male names for characters. You may make up names, but do not make them extremely outlandish, such as Pourinak.
vi. Follow all of Tess's rules.
vii. This roleplay is set in what is equivalent to medieval times. Please consider that.
viii. Only one character who is trying to marry the prince. You may have another character, just PM me first asking if it's OK."
I am not joining if rules are like that!))
No idea. XD
But I think Derek tries to include the Ameriminions as much as he can...
Wbd, sorry.
Sorry, I poofed. D:
But I think that's Harper Collins, not Derek.
Hi Elleni!!!
*hugs her*
Goodnight!!
As I understand, it's a legal thing, and HarperCollins isn't permitted to collect data (in this case, given names and birth dates) from the United States. However, I am hardly an expert in matters of law.
(My apologies. I am aware that my inserts into the conversation are generally unwelcome. However, I am a perfectionist, and given the chance, I will try to present solutions. I suppose I really shouldn't be reading the comments section on this site, however I find some aspects of this community quite fascinating.)
Ya know what? I'm here. I do care if I'm a bit tired tomorrow, I'm here!
How be's yous?!?!
How be's yous eyes?!?
I don't mind Auburn!
Nice to see you! Hope to see you again!!
My friends mom: Dairy Queen is hopping tonight!!!
Me: It's bouncing around town!!!
My friend: Like bacon!!!
Me: wha??!?,?!
*bursts out laughing*
Eellllleeeennnnnniiiiiii!!!!!!!!!!!!
Ugh. I am what my friend (the one who said like bacon) calls slap happy. Idk if it's a real thing but it's when you are tired but hyper and everything is funny.
My eyes be's drowning in refried beans and slowly melting but overall good!!!!!!
I fill my tooth socket with rice!!!!!!!!
Gracious' Spell of Amazingness (and Improvisation):
Ooogle Floogle shmigeldy SHUT UP DONEGAN bumbledy boppery fishstickery STOP LAUGHING shmargle delecorixmas ifl flargle THIS ISN”T FUNNY blarble nukle bliffle shrooooooom, uuuuuuuuuuh, I command you to, uuuuuuuuuuuuh, leave this person alone!
Or maybe the ghost just fell over laughing
My friend and I are writing monster hunters for beginners!
(By the way we decided that if we were characters we would be the monster hunters and I would be Gracious!)
They do. That's what annoys me! I just said I was from the UK. Oops.
Oh do you remember my story I posted a couple days ago? I was really tired and feeling random.
'Embrace your inner lunatic. Fun times guaranteed!' That its philosophy! It is a fun philosophy!
Its not Derek, its legal issues. Stupid US, -Zaffy
'Embrace your inner lunatic. Fun times guaranteed!' That its philosophy! It is a fun philosophy!
I know Zaf. I just hope I don't get in trouble....
I did it with Amazon. That was fun....!
That's very kind of you to say, but I end up arguing with someone nearly every time I comment. Besides, I don't appear to be mentally wired in a way compatible with the nature of this place.
And I'm not sure how a data collection law would affect selling books in a country? As I said before, though, I am no lawyer. I am simply repeating what I have heard. I suppose I should endeavor to do some more research on my own...
Yeah. Amazon is a lot smarter than a random online site. It also recognizes that this billing address doesn't make sense:
This is a fake
The barf towers
London UK
(Some real zip code)
Ok. I better sleep. I might be back (if I can't sleep). Will see!
Bubble shirts eat tiny raindeer!!!!!!!!!!!
(I was so proud of my self for fooling Amazon but then they sent me an email asking for proof!)
It originated in the United States, yes. However, it has several divisions, and Skulduggery Pleasant is distributed through the United Kingdom division.
I am perusing various Terms and Conditions. I may find your answers in a moment, or more questions. We shall see.
It's alright. I detest gaps in my knowledge and quite likely would research the subject anyway at some point.
Sadly, I have yet to find anything of relevance.
...
I should go, shouldn't I?
Farewell.
Will see? What was I thinking it's we'll see. Ugh.
So here's what I did with Amazon.
So I really wanted LSODM now. Not in a couple weeks, now. I wanted it on my kindle.now but because of the whole I live in the USA thing I couldn't get it so I tried the scheme I had been meaning to try for a while; changing my address to the UK. I went on my kindle and changed my name to This Is A Fake and moved to the Barf Towers in London. Then I bought the book. I was so happy and thinking how ninja I was when we got an email from Amazon saying a credit card didn't work. My mom them thought the credit card company was getting suspicious so she called them to make sure they didn't close the credit card. They said they were fine and it was probably Amazon getting suspicious. My dad then looked at the credit card and realized it was using our old credit card. So we changed that but then my dad got another email from Amazon asking for proof we lived in the UK. So then I changed my address back but I still had the book and a great story to tell. I have no problems with Amazon. And I read the book 10 times!
I'm not tired!!! I'm not as hyper but not tired yet! :/
**then
My mom then called
Alright, I'll stay?
Today I went to an Aquasox game and it was fun!!
They are baseball team from Everett, if you didn't know!
Yes! Stay Auburn!
Except my dad caught me and is now threatening to take away my kindle so toodaloo!!!
And Auburn, feel free to come back (or stay now..) any time!
"Will see" could make sense if one used an understood "I."
I've heard only of an understood "you," such as "Go get a book." The subject of that sentence isn't included as a word, however it's an imperative sentence, and therefore a "you" is implied. I've seen the similar understood "I" in notes to self, primarily. I'm uncertain whether it's grammatically correct, however I determined that being a "Grammar Nazi" wasn't good for my health, so I will not bother about that until later, when my curiosity will surely get the better of me.
Fare you well, Dugglyn.
That's really kind of you, however it's exceedingly unlikely that I shall take you up on that offer.
Thank you all the same.
It's always the same in movies. The woman is the traitor and the man who can stop her from being executed wants her to be his wife because she is so out of proportion with a tiny waist and extraordinarily large hips.
The Hunchback of Notre Dame.
Aladdin.
Tom and Jerry Robin Hood movie.))
I loathe it when women (or men, for that matter) are defined by superficial things.
At any rate, it is well past time for me to depart. I have a number of important things that shall need doing today.
I agree. Giving younger generations the inspiration to achieve these unrealistic and unhealthy goals...
Goodbye Auburn, I do hope you return!
(My. Head. HURTS! Mornings are bad. They hurt my head. Hello anyone who's still on...)
(Where did I leave Silente last night....)
(Hello Elleni. School. Yuck. Only 2 more weeks..10 more days. 50 hours of lessons. 300 minutes. 1800 seconds. Put like that it almost seems bearable)
(Ah I remember. Crypt. Crying. Bleeding. Okay I know where she is.)
(**18000 seconds. Less bearable)
(I will not lie, I have called myself a Grammar Nazi several times... I can say I'm ashamed, this is before I know of Hitler and the atrocities of WWII...))
(Oh Dugglyn pretended to be me and said Hi Everybody!!! And I thought it might have been you then I clicked on it and found out it was Dug buy I'd already accused you by then.)
(Oh she was just very upset. She's asleep on her crypt floor bleeding slightly)
(Hello Darling Death.)
(Msd)
(You know Silente. She's not very well mentally. She cries a lot, not that she'd admit that.)
(GTG see y'all reaaaaal soon.)
arrr im yelling on the inside
so how is everyone
yeah elleni i am
sure thanks for the tip
ill come back later bye
Go ahead, Elleni! Tell whomever you'd like!!
Luciana Clover Scàth:
It is your fault that I have the song Girls by Marina and the Diamonds stuck in my head. :D:
And it's on repeat. XD
I've only said something because Death suggested that I say something when I'm lurking to see if others are lurking to.
I wasn't ghosting but I did just show up, so good morning/time of day it is in your slice of the planet!
FINE! I see how it is! *hurrumphs*
MY STOMACH IS MAKING A WEIRD POPPING NOISES AND WHEN I OPEN MY MOUTH IT ECHOS OUT
ono
Sorry Trip! I recently got a not from my podiatrist he says, I have flat feet, in-grown toenails and misshapen toe bones. My feet suck.
*note
introducing my friend to quotev and giving her a 101 guide for dumbies through email XD
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