Okay quick thing about my avatar. I found the basic image on the internet, google, so I'm giving credit to the person who made the origanal image, which was like the top right part of the creepy clown, but I did the rest. I'm not that great with drawing so I take images of the internet and make them my own, and that is my creepy clown one :) So most of it is mine, and I took the time to make it look really creepy and make the colors work, but part of the clown isn't mine, though I changed some of the colors and made it my own, if that makes any sense what so ever.
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I really like trees, and Autumn is my favorite time of year. When the leaves fall it seems to me like the trees are crying. I guess I'm saying that my name is really leaf, but Tears of Trees sounds better than Tears Are Leaves, or something like that. I have the same name on fanfiction, if any of you peoples want to check it out, and it has a profile thing about four times this, if you want to read something totally and utterly pointless. And random rants, and awesome sayings, and things that I hate or love around the world, or just other good people to try out and read. Inlcuding, but not excluding (or however the saying goes), favorite books, shows, songs, sayings, and random crap!! :)
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Totally random!
Did you ever notice but the pural of leaf is leaves; wolf, wolves; knife, knives. Why isn't it just leave, or wolve, or knive. There is tooth and teeth, but we don't say theeths. Foot is sigular and feet is pural but we don't say feets. Just a weird little thingy.
When I read the stories here that tell how people are dressed they always seem to mention shoes. I'm not saying it as a bad thing I just think it is kind of interesting. And they all seem to have the same type of shoe. Do people even wear Nikes?
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Okay, I have like this new guilty pleasure, writing gory stuff. Oh my gosh!! It is like my favorite thing to do, it is so bloody fun! So I have been trying to read gory stuff and make my gory work better. So if you have any good gory pieces, drop me a line so I can read them. I think I'm pretty good at writing it, my friends can't quite stand to read it, a good thing, I think. I just won't do sexual gory, 'cause that is, like, just reallly sick.
But I will do, biting off fingers, eating toes, carving out beating hearts, eating eyeballs, playing marbles with eyeballs, sewing a shirt up with blood, ripping of finger nails, carving things into people's skin, fish hooks in foreheads, and stuff like that.
So seriously, if you have a good gory piece, send it to me, so I might be able to get some new gory ideas, and write better gory stuff. :)
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When I do review things and I say that the story was well writen, or not so well writen, I say that from a person reading the story point of view. My writing is not the best and I'm in no way a publisher. So I can't ever truely critize you because I'm not a profesional writer, or editor.
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Peace is something that will never come if there is no door for it to get through. We as a world need to build the door. But even then, the door can be shut. Locking Peace outside. We need to keep the door, that we have built, open, letting it come in as it pleases. Let Peace come in and set us all at Peace. Yet not only one door can do that, there should always be a backdoor, a way for it to enter, when the front is closed.
I am the girl kicked out of her home because I confided in my mother that I am a lesbian.
I am the prostitute working the streets because nobody will hire a transsexual woman.
I am the sister who holds her gay brother tight through the painful, tear-filled nights.
We are the parents who buried our daughter long before her time.
I am the man who died alone in the hospital because they would not let my partner of twenty-seven years into the room.
I am the foster child who wakes up with nightmares of being taken away from the two fathers who are the only loving family I have ever had. I wish they could adopt me.
I am one of the lucky ones, I guess. I survived the attack that left me in a coma for three weeks, and in another year I will probably be able to walk again.
I am not one of the lucky ones. I killed myself just weeks before graduating high school. It was simply too much to bear.
We are the couple who had the realtor hang up on us when she found out we wanted to rent a one-bedroom for two men.
I am the person who never knows which bathroom I should use if I want to avoid getting the management called on me.
I am the mother who is not allowed to even visit the children I bore, nursed, and raised. The court says I am an unfit mother because I now live with another woman.
I am the domestic-violence survivor who found the support system grow suddenly cold and distant when they found out my abusive partner is also a woman.
I am the domestic-violence survivor who has no support system to turn to because I am male.
I am the father who has never hugged his son because I grew up afraid to show affection to other men.
I am the home-economics teacher who always wanted to teach gym until someone told me that only lesbians do that.
I am the man who died when the paramedics stopped treating me as soon as they realized I was transsexual.
I am the person who feels guilty because I think I could be a much better person if I didn’t have to always deal with society hating me.
I am the man who stopped attending church, not because I don't believe, but because they closed their doors to my kind.
I am the person who has to hide what this world needs most, love.
Repost this if you believe homophobia is wrong.
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