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There's no such thing as a painless lesson. They just don't exist. Sacrifices are necessary. You can't gain anything without losing something first. Although, if you can endure that pain and walk away from it, you'll find that you now have a heart strong enough to overcome any obstacle. Yeah… A heart made fullmetal.


This was very pleasant; there is no happiness like that of being loved by your fellow-creatures, and feeling that your presence is an addition to their comfort.


You, sir, are the most phantom-like of all: you are a mere dream.


“Oh no, young man, that’s really all too short.

One might (good Lord ) - oh, many a thing retort - By varying the tone.

Take, say, this pose:

Aggressive: “I, sir, had I such a nose,

I should have had it amputated straight!”

Friendly: “But dunks it not in cup or plate?

Why not have made a special goblet grand?”

Descriptive: “A rock, a peak-a headland! A headland? Nay, a peninsula, this face!”

Curious: “What is this oblong case?

A scissors box, perhaps, or inkstand? - no?”

Courteous: “You love the sparrows so

That, fatherly, you occupy yourself

Providing for their tiny feet a shelf?;

Truculent: “When you begin to smoke

Do not the vapors from this nose evoke

From neighbors ‘round the cry, ‘Chimney’s a-fire!’?”

Considerate: “Be careful, lest you tireSo great a weight may nose-first make you fall.”

Tender: “Bring me my parasol!

His color fades beneath the sun’s hot blows.”

Pedantic: “Aristophanes allows Hippocampelephantocamelos alone

Was known to have such flesh on so much bone.”

Cavalier: “Why, friend-this hook in fashion?

..how useful it might be to hang our hats on;!’

-Pompous: “No breeze, King Nose, could be expected

To tempt from you a sneeze (North Wind excepted.)”

Dramatic: “The Red Sea when it doth bleed!”

Admiring: “A perfumer’s sign, indeed!”

Poetic: “Was this conch for Triton meant?”

Naive: “When may one view the monument?”

Respectful: “Sir, your praises I intone.

You have, I see, a house that’s all your own.”

Rustic: “Blimey! That’s a nose? Nay, tell ‘em

‘Tis some giant turnip or dwarfed melon!”

Warlike: “The cavalry, my men, take aim!”

Practical: “Let’s have some clever game.

Surely this could be the winner’s prize!”

Last, like Pyramus, with tearful eyes:

“What trait’rous nose is this which lays to waste

Its master’s countenance? He’s all outfaced!”

These, sir, but sample what you might have said

Had you some trace of letters in your head.

But of letters, oh most miserable cur,

You have so few, that your biographer

Contents himself with four to make a rule

To measure you: f-o-o-l – fool!”


He was smiling. "That's what I like about art. People do the same things they've always done until someone new comes along and turns everything on its head. There's always someone offering a new version of the world."


It's like learning to ride a bike that you hate.


This is an evening of wonders, indeed! And so, Darcy did every thing; made up the match, gave the money, paid the fellow's debts, and got him his commission! So much the better. It will save me a world of trouble and economy. Had it been your uncle's doing, I must and _would_ have paid him; but these violent young lovers carry every thing their own way. I shall offer to pay him to-morrow; he will rant and storm about his love for you, and there will be an end of the matter.


I love deadlines. I especially like the whooshing sound they make as they go flying by.


"That's a point for me," he says. He leans back and lazily takes a swig of his rum. She's pretty sure he hasn't checked it at all for doctoring; she could've bribed the busboy for all he knows. What a confident, foolish man.

"I hadn't realized we were playing," she says carefully, ghosting a question mark onto the end of her sentence.

"Oh, everyone's playing, Miss All-Sunday," he assures her, as he takes another drink. "The only ones who don't play anymore are the ones who've lost."


The best thing about marriage is that both of you will grow ugly together.


Without all your bodyguards

How long would you last? (not long!)


Always be yourself... unless you suck.


Time waits for no one.


It's only that I still love you deeply... It's all the love I've got.


"If it's ugly, it's a kitchen appliance."

"You're a kitchen appliance."

The world is quiet here.


A cold voice answered: "Come not between the Nazgûl and his prey! Or he will not slay thee in thy turn. He will bear thee away to the houses of lamentations, beyond all darkness, where thy flesh shall be devoured, and thy shrivelled mind be left naked to the Lidless Eye."


If we shadows have offended, Think but this,--and all is mended,-- That you have but slumber'd here While these visions did appear. And this weak and idle theme, No more yielding but a dream, Gentles, do not reprehend; If you pardon, we will mend. And, as I am an honest Puck, If we have unearned luck Now to 'scape the serpent's tongue, We will make amends ere long; Else the Puck a liar call: So, good night unto you all. Give me your hands, if we be friends, And Robin shall restore amends.


You said something like all you want is all the world for yourself;

All I want is the perfect love.

Though I know it's small, I want love for us all.


You swine. You vulgar little maggot. You worthless bag of filth. As we say in Texas, you couldn't pour water out of a boot with instructions printed on the heel. You are a canker, an open wound. I would rather kiss a lawyer than be seen with you. You took your last vacation in the Islets of Langerhans.

You're a putrescent mass, a walking vomit. You are a spineless little worm deserving nothing but the profoundest contempt. You are a jerk, a cad, and a weasel. I take that back; you are a festering pustule on a weasel's rump. Your life is a monument to stupidity. You are a stench, a revulsion, a big suck on a sour lemon.

I will never get over the embarrassment of belonging to the same species as you. You are a monster, an ogre, a malformity. I barf at the very thought of you. You have all the appeal of a paper cut. Lepers avoid you. You are vile, worthless, less than nothing. You are a weed, a fungus, the dregs of this earth. You are a technicolor yawn. And did I mention that you smell?

You are a squeaking rat, a mistake of nature and a heavy-metal bagpipe player. You were not born. You were hatched into an unwilling world that rejects the likes of you. You didn't crawl out of a normal egg, either, but rather a mutant maggot egg rejected by an evil scientist as being below his low standards. Your alleged parents abandoned you at birth and then died of shame in recognition of what they had done to an unsuspecting world. They were a bit late.

Try to edit your responses of unnecessary material before attempting to impress us with your insight. The evidence that you are a nincompoop will still be available to readers, but they will be able to access it ever so much more rapidly. If cluelessness were crude oil, your scalp would be crawling with caribou.

You are a thick-headed trog. I have seen skeet with more sense than you have. You are a few bricks short of a full load, a few cards short of a full deck, a few bytes short of a full core dump, and a few chromosomes short of a full human. Worse than that, you top-post. God created houseflies, cockroaches, maggots, mosquitos, fleas, ticks, slugs, leeches, and intestinal parasites, then he lowered his standards and made you. I take it back; God didn't make you. You are Satan's spawn. You are Evil beyond comprehension, half-living in the slough of despair. You are the entropy which will claim us all. You are a green-nostriled, crossed eyed, hairy-livered inbred trout-defiler. You make Ebola look good.

You are weary, stale, flat and unprofitable. You are grimy, squalid, nasty and profane. You are foul and disgusting. You're a fool, an ignoramus. Monkeys look down on you. Even sheep won't have sex with you. You are unreservedly pathetic, starved for attention, and lost in a land that reality forgot. You are not ANSI compliant and your markup doesn't validate. You have a couple of address lines shorted together. You should be promoted to Engineering Manager.

Do you really expect your delusional and incoherent ramblings to be read? Everyone plonked you long ago. Do you fantasize that your tantrums and conniption fits could possibly be worth the $0.000000001 worth of electricity used to send them? Your life is one big W.O.M.B.A.T. and your future doesn't look promising either. We need to trace your bloodline and terminate all siblings and cousins in order to cleanse humanity of your polluted genes. The good news is that no normal human would ever mate with you, so we won't have to go into the sewers in search of your git.

You are a waste of flesh. You have no rhythm. You are ridiculous and obnoxious. You are the moral equivalent of a leech. You are a living emptiness, a meaningless void. You are sour and senile. You are a loathsome disease, a drooling inbred cross-eyed toesucker. You make Quakers shout and strike Pentecostals silent. You have a version 1.0 mind in a version 6.12 world. Your mother had to tie a pork chop around your neck just to get your dog to play with you. You think that HTTP://FUN/INSULT/INDEX.HTM is the name of a rock band. You believe that P.D.Q. Bach is the greatest composer who ever lived. You prefer L. Ron Hubbard to Larry Niven and Jerry Pournelle. Hee-Haw is too deep for you. You would watch test patterns all day if the other inmates would let you.

On a good day you're a half-wit. You remind me of drool. You are deficient in all that lends character. You have the personality of wallpaper. You are dank and filthy. You are asinine and benighted. Spammers look down on you. Phone sex operators hang up on you. Telemarketers refuse to be seen in public with you. You are the source of all unpleasantness. You spread misery and sorrow wherever you go. May you choke on your own foolish opinions. You are a Pusillanimous galactophage and you wear your sister's training bra. Don't bother opening the door when you leave - you should be able to slime your way out underneath. I hope that when you get home your mother runs out from under the porch and bites you.

You smarmy lagerlout git. You bloody woofter sod. Bugger off, pillock. You grotty wanking oik artless base-court apple-john. You clouted boggish foot-licking half-twit. You dankish clack-dish plonker. You gormless crook-pated tosser. You bloody churlish boil-brained clotpole ponce. You craven dewberry pisshead cockup pratting naff. You cockered bum-bailey poofter. You gob-kissing gleeking flap-mouthed coxcomb. You dread-bolted fobbing beef-witted clapper-clawed flirt-gill. May your spouse be blessed with many bastards.

You are so clueless that if you dressed in a clue skin, doused yourself in clue musk, and did the clue dance in the middle of a field of horny clues at the height of clue mating season, you still would not have a clue. If you were a movie you would be a double feature; _Battlefield_Earth_ and _Moron_Movies_II_. You would be out of focus.

You are a fiend and a sniveling coward, and you have bad breath. You are the unholy spawn of a bandy-legged hobo and a syphilitic camel. You wear strangely mismatched clothing with oddly placed stains. You are degenerate, noxious and depraved. I feel debased just knowing that you exist. I despise everything about you, and I wish you would go away. You are jetsam who dreams of becoming flotsam. You won't make it. I beg for sweet death to come and remove me from a world which became unbearable when you crawled out of a harpy's lair.

It is hard to believe how incredibly stupid you are. Stupid as a stone that the other stones make fun of. So stupid that you have traveled far beyond stupid as we know it and into a new dimension of stupid. Meta-stupid. Stupid cubed. Trans-stupid stupid. Stupid collapsed to a singularity where even the stupons have collapsed into stuponium. Stupid so dense that no intelligence can escape. Singularity stupid. Blazing hot summer day on Mercury stupid. You emit more stupid in one minute than our entire galaxy emits in a year. Quasar stupid. It cannot be possible that anything in our universe can really be this stupid. This is a primordial fragment from the original big stupid bang. A pure extract of stupid with absolute stupid purity. Stupid beyond the laws of nature. I must apologize. I can't go on. This is my epiphany of stupid. After this experience, you may not hear from me for a while. I don't think that I can summon the strength left to mock your moronic opinions and malformed comments about boring trivia or your other drivel. Duh.

The only thing worse than your logic is your manners. I have snipped away most of your of what you wrote, because, well ... it didn't really say anything. Your attempt at constructing a creative flame was pitiful. I mean, really, stringing together a bunch of insults among a load of babbling was hardly effective... Maybe later in life, after you have learned to read, write, spell, and count, you will have more success. True, these are rudimentary skills that many of us "normal" people take for granted that everyone has an easy time of mastering. But we sometimes forget that there are "challenged" persons in this world who find these things to be difficult. If I had known that this was true in your case then I would have never have exposed myself to what you wrote. It just wouldn't have been "right." Sort of like parking in a handicap space. I wish you the best of luck in the emotional, and social struggles that seem to be placing such a demand on you.

P.S.: You are hypocritical, greedy, violent, malevolent, vengeful, cowardly, deadly, mendacious, meretricious, loathsome, despicable, belligerent, opportunistic, barratrous, contemptible, criminal, fascistic, bigoted, racist, sexist, avaricious, tasteless, idiotic, brain-damaged, imbecilic, insane, arrogant, deceitful, demented, lame, self-righteous, byzantine, conspiratorial, satanic, fraudulent, libelous, bilious, splenetic, spastic, ignorant, clueless, EDLINoid, illegitimate, harmful, destructive, dumb, evasive, double-talking, devious, revisionist, narrow, manipulative, paternalistic, fundamentalist, dogmatic, idolatrous, unethical, cultic, diseased, suppressive, controlling, restrictive, malignant, deceptive, dim, crazy, weird, dyspeptic, stifling, uncaring, plantigrade, grim, unsympathetic, jargon-spouting, censorious, secretive, aggressive, mind-numbing, arassive, poisonous, flagrant, self-destructive, abusive, socially-retarded, puerile, and Generally Not Good.


The meeting of two personalities is like the contact of two chemical substances: if there is any reaction, both are transformed.


"She just existed," begins the old man. "She was there in the morning and still there in the afternoon and in the evening and stealing my pillow at night. I breathed for her and she breathed for me. I'm sorry, it's hard to describe…" His voice swells with a chuckle. "We never talked about it much, you see. We didn't have to. We were rubbish for words, anyways. We knew each other as we knew ourselves. She was familiar like the back of my hand. Is that the old saying? Or was it different?" He shakes his head. "Irrelevant. She was always there. Her presence grew to be both as essential and unnoticed as…as the presence of my heart, or my lungs. We never remember that they're there keeping us alive." He smiles. "They simply are. They just exist. So did she."


This is the last universal truth: You should never forget to tell someone you love them.


Life is what happens to you while you're busy making other plans.


If you press me to say why I loved him, I can say no more than because he was he, and I was I.


For every great friend must first be met, second loved and thirdly lost.


You are most susceptible to failure when you think it can't happen to you.


It's a big world out there, Hobbes old boy. Let's go exploring.


How cute. I hope he fucking dies.


I hear a song coming on. Would you like me to sing?


That's a problem for future Homer. Jeezes, don't envy that guy.


Significant looks: The motion picture.


If you believe a law to be unjust, you should break it.


The mediocre mind is incapable of understanding the man who refuses to bow blindly to conventional prejudices and chooses instead to express his opinions courageously and honestly.


Baking is just science for hungry people.


I am only resolved to act in that manner, which will, in my own opinion, constitute my happiness, without reference to you, or to any person so wholly unconnected with me.


She had a quick little smile like she and the universe had the same sense of humour.


Pirates are evil? The Marines are righteous? These terms have always changed throughout the course of history... Kids who have never seen peace and kids who have never seen war have different values! Those who stand at the top determine what's wrong and what's right! This very place is neutral ground! Justice will prevail, you say!? But of course it will! Whoever wins this war...becomes justice!


These fools always look up for power. People above you, they never want to share power with you. Why you look to them? They give you nothing. People below you, you give them hope, you give them respect, they give you power, 'cause they don't think they have any, so they don't mind giving it up.


“When death captures me,” the boy vowed, “he will feel my fist on his face.”

Personally, I quite like that. Such stupid gallantry.


I like that a lot.


Tis the business of little minds to shrink, but he whose heart is firm and whose conscience approves his conduct, will pursue his principles unto death.


Many that live deserve death, and some die that deserve life. Can you give it to them? Then be not too eager to deal out death in the name of justice, fearing for your own safety. Even the wise cannot see all ends.


I went out to find a friend and could not find one there. I went out to be a friend, and friends were everywhere.


Persons attempting to find a motive in this narrative will be prosecuted; persons attempting to find a moral in it will be banished; persons attempting to find a plot in it will be shot.


Is there a point where you stop saying, "And many more" and start saying, "And maybe more"?


I knew if I waited around long enough something like this would happen - George Bernard Shaw's tombstone


Time is too slow for those who wait, too swift for those who fear, too long for those who grieve, too short for those who rejoice, but for those who love, time is eternity.


No poison had ever made him feel as ill as his conscience.


Studies show that keeping a ladder inside a house is more dangerous than a loaded gun. That’s why I own 10 guns. In case some maniac tries to sneak in a ladder!


The easiest person to fool is yourself.


Don't do anything I wouldn't. I do realize that leaves your options wide open.


The secret of happiness is freedom. And the secret of freedom, courage.


Upon gaining eternal life, I found myself gripped by an increasingly powerful fear. A fear that one day, having become a being which knew nothing of death, I would come to forget the concept of other people's passing, as well. And so I strode forth onto the battlefield. I journeyed everywhere there was war, resolving to hold death ever close to my side. Even should that death never take me.

And as the years passed, before my eyes... I beheld a great mountain of corpses. I say this: it was a sight which I had seen so often it was now tiresome.

But... upon losing those who I had called comrades on the battlefield to death, unable to protect them, I realized a truth. That immortality itself no longer pained me. What would truly send me to my knees would be the time to come when everyone but myself would some day succumb to death and I would be swallowed in complete darkness.

It was no different. Not one bit. Though I thought that losing those dear to me one by one would be the tragedy of immortality, I learned that that thought was little more than folly. Immortal or mortal, there was no difference whatsoever. The number of losses meant nothing. It was always the same.

Yet... there was one thing that had changed. My face. I cried out at my own helplessness. I thought that my mind would explode from rage, or be crushed by sadness. But the face that stared back at me from the lake's mirrored surface was... nearly expressionless, with only a hint of sourness about it.

I was terrified. To think that throwing myself into war in order to remember death, to continue to exist as a human... would instead result in becoming inured to death itself. And that is why I am afraid. Afraid to look upon my own face with my own eyes.


That death comes to all men is his great truth. Sometimes it scares him or makes him angry, sometimes it makes him weary and jaded, and sometimes it’s just comforting. One day death will come for him, and sometimes it feels like he’s spent his whole life ready to meet it, to truly know and understand it.


One may stray from the path of a man, one may stray from the path of a woman, but there is no straying from the path of a human!


Pain isn’t even a feeling, it’s a state of being.


Assumptions are the death knell of intelligence.


As you can see, I have memorized this utterly useless piece of information long enough to pass a test question. I now intend to forget it forever. You’ve taught me nothing except how to cynically manipulate the system. Congratulations.


People who claim that they're evil are usually no worse than the rest of us. It's people who claim that they're good, or any way better than the rest of us, that you have to be wary of.


Hatred is not ended through hatred, but only through love is it brought to an end.


her thought I was a monster. She was right of course, but it still hurt.


Moreover, it is possible that the Genoese was one of those shrewd persons who know nothing but what they should know, and believe nothing but what they should believe.


Do not think you will necessarily be aware of your own enlightenment.


Your evil is my good. I am Sutekh the Destroyer. Where I tread, I leave nothing but dust and darkness. I find that good.


Bold words for someone not on a unicycle.


I think that everything in the world has its opposite. You hear a great many stories about the power of love but not many people tell you about the power of leaving. It exists, though, all the same. It has to, if you think about it. Love is so wonderful, like saying yes with your whole heart to someone. But if it's impossible to say no instead, then the yes becomes meaningless. Even cruel. The power of leaving is the dark sad power that stands back to back with love, just like night stands back to back with day. It's very important to give it its place. Otherwise love becomes poisoned.


"You are Holmes, the meddler."

My friend smiled.

"Holmes, the busybody!"

His smile broadened.

"Holmes, the Scotland Yard Jack-in-office!"

Holmes chuckled heartily.


Listen, smile, agree, and then do whatever the fuck you were going to do anyway.


The typical expression of opening friendship would be something like, 'What? You too? I thought I was the only one.'


When I became a man I put away childish things, including the fear of childishness and the desire to be very grown up.


Her long hair, still wet from the shower, had been combed down her back in a wet swath. Hilda was sitting on the floor, her round, wet boobs still wet from the shower’s water. She dried off the water with a towel, which then became wet.

Hilda gasped when she saw a reflection in her bedroom mirror: through the slightly open door, she caught a glimpse of the chiseled abs and square jaw of the mysterious stranger who shared her cabin. She stood and spun around, her breasts swinging heavily with the momentum. She grabbed the door and flung it open, revealing shirtless Torolf quivering with desire in the hallway.

Torolf was ashamed at being caught, but his shame made him even hotter – hotter for sex. He stepped into the room, and his bulging abs accidentally smushed into Hilda’s rich chest.

As Hilda’s buttermilk bosoms squished up against his granite abs, Torolf almost had a dick aneurysm.

“Hilda,” Torolf murmured thickly, his throbbing meat wand pressing against Hilda’s warm thighs. “There is a secret I need to not tell you: You are my forbidden desire.”

Hilda had been waiting to hear these words. Her heart was lifted on golden wings and soared toward a radiant sun of perfect joy. She saw herself and Torolf happy together, bathed in the golden light of love. Her snooch got all warm, too.

“Torolf,” Hilda moaned, her lush teats straining with desire. “I need you.”

Torolf, coarse abs pulsing softly in the moonlight, stood silently.

Hilda looked at him expectantly.

“Oh, sorry,” she added. “Torolf, I need you – sexually.”

At hearing those beautiful words, Torolf flexed his rough-hewn abs and Hilda found herself being guided to her soft bed by the sheer force of Torolf’s undulating midsection. She parted her thighs in anticipation, exposing the soft pink petals of her clunge.

Torolf entered her like she was a lottery. His engorged pecker pushed inside her and she felt fulfilled with sexual fulfillment.

Hilda clutched at the bedsheets with lust and ecstasy and her hands. Her spongy love mountains hurled to and fro with each pounding. Her body was like a beautiful flower that was opening and somebody was pushing their dick inside it.

Then Torolf moaned, arched his back, and suffered from dick Parkinson’s. He pumped in all of his hot pearlescent sperms as Hilda spasmed with so many orgasms!

The two lay still for a moment as the stinky scent of lovemaking billowed around the room.

Hilda got out of bed, still shimmering with orgasm. She glowed with contentment, like a cat who ate the cream of the crop.

She walked across the room and picked up her towel, still wet with shower water. “Torolf,” she said softly, “there’s something I have to tell you…”

But her bed was empty.

Torolf was gone, escaped out the bedroom window. In the distance, Hilda heard the fading sound of galloping abs.


She said, I like to kill them from far away so I can forget about it later. He said, I like to kill them with my hands so I can never forget about it. And she smiled at him.


We were opposites at birth - I was steady as a hammer; no one worried 'cause they knew just where I'd be. But they said you were the crooked kind, that you would never have no worth, but you were always gold to me.


Imagine a puddle waking up one morning and thinking, "This is an interesting world I find myself in — an interesting hole I find myself in — fits me rather neatly, doesn't it? In fact it fits me staggeringly well, may have been made to have me in it!" This is such a powerful idea that as the sun rises in the sky and the air heats up and as, gradually, the puddle gets smaller and smaller, it's still frantically hanging on to the notion that everything's going to be alright, because this world was meant to have him in it, was built to have him in it; so the moment he disappears catches him rather by surprise. I think this may be something we need to be on the watch out for. We all know that at some point in the future the Universe will come to an end and at some other point, considerably in advance from that but still not immediately pressing, the sun will explode. We feel there's plenty of time to worry about that, but on the other hand that's a very dangerous thing to say.


Justice is the only worship.

Love is the only priest.

Ignorance is the only slavery.

Happiness is the only good.

The time to be happy is now,

The place to be happy is here,

The way to be happy is to make others so.


"Well, maybe I'm a latent homosexual." He considered that for a moment. "Or maybe I'm a latent heterosexual. Anyway I'm pretty latent."


Naruto was bad. You can barely say any character had an arc across 15 years. Kishimoto's writing and treatment of women in his manga is embarrassing at best. Many of the themes kicked off in part 1, which were supposed to be fundamental pillars around which the writing twisted around, were abandoned or perverted by manga's end. Entire characters were forgotten. The ass pulls were formidable and without end.

The actual two final chapters serve as a tomb for all of Kishi's bad ideas, lack of foresight, and perhaps lack of care and subtlety, forever encased in mediocrity. None of the pairings felt believable: for as much sense as they made you might as well throw names in a hat and pair off the two names you pick in a row.

All in all, though, Naruto was a roller coaster of an experience. In my early HS years it was a staple, and I can't imagine how my life would have been if I never discovered the franchise. I'll have fond memories of certain parts, and feel the smallest of pity/melancholy for how much potential it pissed away, but I've long since washed my hands of any negative attachment to Naruto and his adventures. It is what it is.


“So remember this: Mercy and compassion are virtues that only the strong are privileged to possess. And I am strong.”


Did you know that you can shift reality?

The day can become brighter, people can become kinder, because of how you feel inside, because of how someone makes you feel. So that a dark world where everything is meaningless, where everyone will become dust and where people's actions will be forgotten, can become a world where a trip to a cheesy amusement park is fun, where losers whom you wouldn't associate with become your regular lunch buddies, and where every new morning is something to look forward to.

They say that the world keeps on changing, but in reality, it's you who changes.


Then he grinned at her in such a manner that it made her fear not only for her own virtue and chastity but the virtue and chastity of everything within general vicinity.


Whenever he didn't like himself, he found a girl to do it for him.


The secret of the man who is universally interesting is that he is universally interested.

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A Kiss of Eternity by jm1681 reviews
On her 20th birthday, Miku Yukimura's world is turned upside down. 450 years later, an American with nothing to lose encounters a strange girl during a trip to Japan. After he learns who and what she is, his life is changed forever. Please Review.
Fiction: Manga - Rated: T - English - Adventure/Hurt/Comfort - Chapters: 8 - Words: 22,771 - Reviews: 16 - Favs: 8 - Follows: 1 - Published: 5/13/2010 - Complete
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Cassiopeia reviews
Mariam is a young woman who has just hit adulthood. Ready to be independent of the poor house she was raised in, she is unaware of the movement she is about to be swallowed by. (Femslash, fictional historical setting.)
Fiction: Young Adult - Rated: T - English - Adventure/Drama - Chapters: 1 - Words: 3,374 - Reviews: 2 - Published: 4/9/2016
But To Do and Die
He always tells you to break your silence. He tells you to shout what you know from the rooftops, to cause unrest. Revolution.
Fiction: Sci-Fi - Rated: T - English - Sci-Fi/Angst - Chapters: 1 - Words: 1,296 - Favs: 1 - Published: 6/7/2013 - Complete
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