No Wings [Max :: smile]

[info]nixe_eva


We were born with wings

We were made to fly


Playing Games [08]
No Wings [Max :: smile]
[info]nixe_eva
Following Ghost's amazing PSA.

I have one of my own.

I lost the game.

Thank you for your time and the Sphere may now resume its usual antics.

[added a little later]

Before you people come asking, here are the rules (I lost the game again by writing this all out, aren't I so nice?):

You can't think of the Game. If you do, you lose and have to tell everyone. You have 10 minutes to stop thinking about the Game, after that, it's Game on (Ahaha EO - a pun).

Oh, and you're all playing now. Have fun.

She feels lost in her own life [05]
Wings [hands on hips :: akimbo]
[info]nixe_eva
Some food for thought:

If you're dreaming you're dreaming, are you dreaming or are you awake?

If you're in a world where nothing makes sense and you've forgotten what you suppose should be called home, do you belong in the forgotten place, or what you've been forced to make do with?

-Tabs

[scrawled in later]

P.S. Looking for Brooklyn-to-English translator. Apply within.

[writing is sloppy and each line is certainly not straight]

That was simply my two cents [03]
No Wings [Max :: smile]
[info]nixe_eva
the good:
adible edible food

the bad:
people
cocoons

and the just plain weird:
festivals
clothing-switching
unicorns
that place were not supposed to go

[ooc: the last thing listed is a reference to the Willy Wonka

P.S. the handwriting is still very messy]

I've got a voice and I've got a lot to say [01]
No Wings [looking out :: seeing red]
[info]nixe_eva
Congrats on having the best welcoming party ever.

Goop, cocoon, and everything were great!

On a better note: no bubbles floating above my head anymore.

[writing is messy. the writer obviously has had very little practice XD]

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