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His name was Jim
All were gathered 'round the fire when someone asked: "Where's Jim?
It's cold as hell out here and could someone look for him?"
Ragged Sally volunteered and Uncle Buck did too.
Together they would look for Jim down Second avenue.
Up and down and round and round but Jim was nowhere seen.
For supper he was always game and late he'd never been.
A cold wind blew as snowflakes fell upon the icy street.
Just one more round they'd make before they would concede defeat.
Sally thought she'd heard a cry, or was it just the wind?
Buck thought best to head on back, next morning try again.
As they passed the little bridge 'bove Second avenue,
Buck saw something moving on the pavement down below.
There lay Jim in his crumpled vest, his eyes toward the sky.
They rushed to him but 'twas too late, they both began to cry.
He never mentioned family or gave out his last name.
To think he'd died without their love was truly quite a shame.
The paper said a homeless man was found under a bridge.
The paper le
Internet FriendsInternet friends are fake, unreal, untrustworthy.
Parents say , “Don't give your information
to someone who may do something dirty!
They're liars, evil and rapist in waiting.
Their compliments and gifts
are just another form of baiting.”
I'd like to think that we judge without
getting to know,
what happens on the other side of the mouse.
Internet friends are there when we're alone,
till 2 a.m on weeknights,
chatting with us until the pain is gone.
They're always there to confide,
when we're sometimes
on the verge of suicide.
Pulling us through our depression,
begging us not to relapse,
not to succumb to our regressions.
“Get help, not attention,” they'll tap in chat,
as a response of a picture,
that'll show our wrists all hatched.
Sometimes it's the little things they do for us,
like sending “You're amazing” “You're beautiful”,
“You're so full of love.”
They encourage us at times when our “friends” don't,
Bathing with Heichou [LevixReader]
”I just want to see Heichou naked.” you announced casually, shrugging your shoulders. ”Well, what can I say. He’s hot, after all.”
Mikasa’s, Sasha’s and Christa’s eyes widened and you didn’t really see why, considering that they knew how much you liked the Captain.
That was what you said to your friends after Erwin told the soldiers that the spa was reserved for all of you. You’ve just come back from an expedition, and though there were several casualties, their number was not as much as usual. It was a bit cruel to say, but since none of your friends had died, you only felt relief afer the mission ended. You thought you deserved the peace and had the right to relax.
And let’s not ignore Heichou’s role either: you were sure his presence would make it even more pleasant. God, you really wanted to see him wearing absolutely nothing but his usual dull expression, which only made him even sexier. Wa
You only fly for a little whileShe was just four years old
kicking her feet
harder and harder,
as the swingset creaked
She finally reached the peak,
"Mama, I'm gonna fly."
and so she did;
three feet into the air,
sticking the landing
like a gymnast
And I wonder everyday
if those were the same words
before jumping off that bridge,
unable to remember,
you only fly for a little while.
Terry Pratchett: The Final Walk With Old Friend
TERRY PRATCHETT: Takes the Final Walk With Old Friend
Farewell Sir Terry Pratchett
April 28, 1948 — March 12, 2015
Terry Pratchett, the immensely popular British fantasy writer best known for his “Discworld” sci-fi/fantasy series, has died from a dementia and Alzheimer’s-related brain “embuggerance” (his term for it) at the relatively young age of 66. One of today’s most prolific authors (70 titles