American AtheistLife is less than comfortable for the atheist.
The unsaved, the unforgivable.
In America, you never walk alone, no
There's the weight of the big "G" you got to drag along with you.
Try to shake it off and it's like abandoning your little brother.
You mean you'd just leave him like that?
'Scuse me folks, but I think God can take care of himself.
My parents were born in one nation under God and so was I
Until I peeked out from the pew and saw
Look at these! God doesn't have piano fingers
Pink flamenco nail polish.
God doesn't ride a bike with the summer pushing back
Flower resistant on his face.
He's got the whole world in his hands, but last I checked
He wasn't using it.
So I said goodbye to the man who made me sad at Easter
And defined "sin" as a mistake and went on my way.
Problem is, communion stain is hard to keep out of virgin white blouses
Especially when even the cars splash it on you.
THOU SHALT NOT is chiseled in stone everywhere there is a stone
And when I'
Gravity Falls ShortsWhen I'm 64
Melody wasn't sure when she was going to feel like an adult. She was a 22-year-old woman with a job and bills to pay; it should have hit her by now. When she got her own apartment, she was convinced that would be the day she'd finally feel like a full-grown adult. It wasn't.
Some days she would look back and wonder why she was so excited by the prospect of growing up. Now that she'd finally reached adulthood, it had lost all its luster. Her sister had joked that she would feel like an adult the day she got excited over coupons. In Melody's case, being excited over coupons hadn't made her feel any more like an adult than she did before. It was most likely because coupons she'd been ecstatic over since leaving home were for dolls. Even her own mother never understood her fascination with doll collecting and Melody wasn't sure how to begin to explain it.
Her friends were beginning to get on her case about growing up. As much as they loved her, they didn't understa
The Redemption Clause chp 1Title: The Redemption Clause (1/?)
Characters/pairings: Violet Parr/Buddy Pine (Syndrome)
He was going to really regret taking out the IV in a while, but at least it allowed him to think clearly for several hours at a time, without the haze of painkillers. He needed all the clear thinking time he could get. He had an empire to rebuild -- or to at least salvage.
Thankfully most of his accounts had gone untouched by the NSA. One of the perks about being presumed dead, he guessed, they dont hunt down all your bank accounts and freeze them. Why go through the trouble?
He'd lost a lot of time. Almost three years to the coma, a handful of months to track down a hospital that could be bribed to look the other way about his identity. Almost a year to salvage the mess his body was in. Physical therapy...
He didn't even have the energy to hate, right now. If he did, the first thing on his list would be capes.
Putting down his pencil, he sighed, hating how weak he
For Elysa - EN
Silently I stared at the black abyss that was my prison cell. It seemed endless, just like the time I knew I had to spend in this wretched place. I was convinced I was going to be here forever.
I could not recall how many days had passed, I had long stopped counting. It seemed pointless. People probably forgot about him all together, or they simply wanted to forget and neither could he blame them.
Past memories had all but faded in my thoughts. Many years of incarceration had left me brittle and vulnerable. Once I had been the most powerful being on this planet, convinced of my supremacy and that nobody could cast me down, but now I have been reduced to this, a broken shell.
Strange visions clouded my muddled thoughts. Could they be memories? I did not know. I could not recall anything from before my incarceration. The only thing that was certain, is that I was losing my grip on reality. I could not see this as something terri
Lie To MeLie to Me
You wiped the tears from my eyes,
Held me close against your side;
I whispered "Lie to me",
And softly you replied...
"Everything will be alright".
Hannibal-Obsession I am a gentleman, don't you see?
I eat the rude
I, the wolf, and they, the sheep
I rid the world of pests, you see?
They run amok, they cry and scream
But there is one lamb that I shall exempt
An empath named Will,
Whom I hold no contempt
I want to help him
To make him see
That I am not a monster
For I am him, and he is me
I shall feed my boy horror and lies
For in the end, he sees us all as swarms of flies
His mind is on fire, and I shall let it burn
Until he finds his true self,
Then things will take a turn
He will see, oh he will see
Darling, i want to destroy you. Reader X Hannibal. Were you dying to go?
You just looked so exposed
Demure through the dark dancing lights
I glided by, I can't deny that the shadows
Betrayed you and I on that night
The bedroom was dimly lit by the flickering light of candles scattered about the eccentric room.
You and Hannibal fell back onto your bed in a feverish frenzy.
His hands slid over the silk like skin of your leg that was left exposed by your skirt, while yours busied themselves with undoing the buttons of his shirt.
Oh, I must confess I am overdressed
Are you not impressed?
He leaned up and kissed you passionately.
you kissed back without hesitation, only a moment later he began to kiss his way up your neck starting at your collarbone. You let out a breathy moan causing the man above you to smirk against the smooth skin of your neck.
As he reached your ear he left a faint kiss right below it.
Date A Girl Who WritesDate a girl who will argue with you over which brand of pen is better. Who needs more RAM on her computer because of Word files, not game files. Who has two bookcases one for filled notebooks and one for other author's works.
Find a girl who writes. You know it's her because she'll always have a pen and a notebook with her. Occasionally a tape recorder. She's the one who would have as much fun at home on a Saturday night with her computer as she would out at a party.
You see the weird girl sitting on a park bench looking engrossed in watching the people that walk? That's the writer. They watch people, how they act, they discover how people work. All for research. For their next big novel.
She's the girl hunched over a laptop at the coffee shop, or a notepad. Her fingers are moving so fast they're only a blur to you. Her previously fresh-cooked muffin is now cold. Her tea has simmered down to a lukewarm. Sit down. She won't notice you for a moment, she's lost in a different world