rocking out brittania angel

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Guys guys guys guys, I have two weeks to get a job, and if I don't, then they're taking my computer.

I don't think you understand the gravity of this statement.

If they take the computer, they take my life.

My life.

All of it.



/I need a job now, okay

Also, in the past week my mother has called me abnormal and my father has called me pathetic. Lovely.

Oh my god, France is so totally England's babydaddy

Okay, so, we all know that Canada looks like France, right?

America, not so much so, youmight say.


You might.

Until you see veryoung!France:

See that veryoung!France there?

Remind you of anyone?

America is officially the offspring of France and England, Himasama totally ships it.

I should be doing a 10 page minimum business report assignment due tomorrow, but I don't understand a thing. Also, it's now officially my birthday!
rocking out brittania angel

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Die Zeit vergeht, unentwegh, sei steht nei still.

(Time Passes, Continuously, It Never Stands Still)


“Get them off, brother.” Germany’s clutching onto his top, fingers twined so deeply into the material that Prussia can hear the fabric strain as his fists tighten further. Something twists deep in Prussia’s stomach at the term of address – that’s all West calls him any more, never Prussia, never even East just … brother. But he forces the thought down with the ease of long practice, and rubs one hand through West’s hair in subtle revenge before switching into big brother mode.



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Finally figured it out! Firefox hates scripted windows. /sob I can't remember the last time making a cut was so easy!



demand explination for bullshit

Why Twilight Sucks: An Essay

It's 1:40am on the day this is due, I knocked this motherfucker over like I'd knock over a corner store if I had a balacava and a shot gun, I still probably have 2/3 hours of homework left to do, I only have one block exam this week, I can't see my nose/toes because it's so effing cold and I FREAKING ROCK.


Also also, FUCK YOU LJ CUTS, Y U NO WORK. Maybe it's Firefox...

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ANZAC Day is on Monday.

“I shall certainly,” Australia whispers, head tilted back, eyes staring unseeingly at the stars. His face looks slack, blank, but how much of that is due to uncaring shock and how much is due to the moonlit shadows and a month’s worth of tear-streaked dirt, New Zealand cannot tell. “Have eternal nightmares.” He whispers, words escaping out into the uncaring Turkish darkness.

New Zealand clasps his arm. It’s all he can do.

Quote is real. Not appropiate for Easter, but ANZAC Day is on Monday, and I live in an army town, so....



Is it really worth it? War, I mean.

Beach Burial

Softly and humbly to the Gulf of Arabs
The convoys of dead sailors come;
At night they sway and wander in the waters far under,
But morning rolls them in the foam.

Between the sob and clubbing of gunfire
Someone, it seems, has time for this,
To pluck them from the shallows and bury them in burrows
And tread the sand upon their nakedness;

And each cross, the driven stake of tidewood,
Bears the last signature of men,
Written with such perplexity, with such bewildered pity,
The words choke as they begin -

'Unknown seaman' - the ghostly pencil
Wavers and fades, the purple drips,
The breath of wet season has washed their inscriptions
As blue as drowned men's lips,

Dead seamen, gone in search of the same landfall,
Whether as enemies they fought,
Or fought with us, or neither; the sand joins them together,
Enlisted on the other front.

Kenneth Slessor