"Tea is wonderful! It just needs a few spoons of sugar and a few more spoons of sugar,
And then it's pretty much entirely sugar and you can have it with cake," ~Pyro-Dawn Tyromant

"No one deserves to die. 
Just a few people have to." -Sophia Keatings

"I like that sort of logic. It makes no sense." - Dugglyn Carzainia

Technically this was on email rather than in Blogland, but it's still a Bloglandian quote and it's still an awesome quote and this blog hasn't been updated in ages.

"public transportation is for people who aren't cool enough to turn into laser bats" ~Jubilance Glee

"I remember that C told me that her grandma didn't like reading, because you spent all that time reading that book and then at the end you had nothing to show for it, so she thought that knitting was much more productive. I disagree. I do gain things from reading. Not maybe physical objects you can hold, but I gain things mentally. And it feels a bit like I'm building a . . . I don't even know what I'm building, I'm just building, and books give me building blocks that help me form my structure and give me a better idea of what it is. Maybe in TFIOS they changed nothing in their story universe. But just because someone doesn't die for a worthy cause doesn't mean that they didn't contribute to life or that their existence was worthless, and I don't care if they didn't change their story universe, they changed ME." - Star Inkbright

"CONGA LIME" - Snow.(again,  not being egotistical,  it was sent in)

"*smothers Star* The dead can't compliment." - Snow Stormberg ( Star told me it was okay to quote myself shh)

"Good good good good good good good good good good good good good good good good good good idea to get a lollipop face-to-face with my phone!!!
Pie!" ~Dugglyn Carzainia 

"Just because others have it worse does NOT IN ANY WAY negate what you are going through." ~Kestrel LeStarre

"Gracious, you lot all think in black and white, don't you? There is, believe it or not, something in between." ~Alastair

"If you forget that I love you, I'll punch you in the face, okay?
Maybe 'I'll punch you in the face' will be our okay?

I'll punch you in the face?

I'll punch you in the face."

- Death Rose

"Raven, you belong here with us. We are happy to have you. And, all those negative things that go away when Raven comes out, those little insecurities that EVERYONE has, they aren't important here. No one here minds if you can't do sports. No one minds if you aren't perfect. Cause to everyone here you are perfect. Don't forget that."

-Silente Tempest

"Hello, Snow. I see you've become a goldfish. I suppose that is an improvement from death."

(I found this in an otherwise blank word document and am not 100% sure who said it and don't want to credit the wrong person. Snow, if you remember, feel free to edit this.)

(it may have been Mycroft... Though it could just as easily be Sir or Ioux.... or it could be someone else entirely... um.... - Snow)

"In case you're not told today:
-You matter to me
-I love you. 
-Thank you for being you
-You're beautiful - inside and out
-It's okay to be not okay
-I'm proud of you"

- Luciana Scàth

"Thanks, everyone for completely rewiring the back of my head. :)" ~Emerald Phoenix

Ingredients for our (Fabi/Snow/me) beautiful potion :')

1. Head of a live octopus
2. Third toenail of a two-toed antelope
3. The dust of a fairy
4. Horn of a human boy
5. Left armpit sweat taken from a right-handed man called Bill on the thirty-fourth of December
6. The second X-chromosome of a boy born before his older sister
7. A five leaf clover collected from the footprint of the thirteenth toe of a newt that has three toes per foot and bushy red eyebrows
8. The last thumbprint of a duck who was owned by Albert Einstein when he was a hundred and three and ate one of his hairs and lived in Canada with its one true love, Sherlotter Holmes
9. The nineteenth hour of the morning in which Queen Elizabeth I played her penultimate game of chess against Pablo Picasso and captured his bishop with a loud cry of "OPPA GANGNAM STYLE."
10. An egg laid by a dodo bird in the Southern Alps on the head of Pope Miley Cyrus
11. The ghost of an immortal vampire who fainted at the sight of blood
12. The reflection of the invisible last will and testament of Will Testament, Ancient Egyptian playwright who danced the chicken dance on All Hallow's Eve 2015 and eventually died in a railroad accident planned by Derek and the minions to stop him from spreading spoilers about TDOTL before the series had begun

Adra: *Silence* 

...

:/  *Needs to cuddle*

Sir: I do hope that silence has a good doctor.

Adra: What does that have to do with cuddling? Are you volunteering?

Alastair: *cuddles*

Sir: Ms. Dark, I was merely referring to the fact that on this blog, silence falls quite a bit.

Alastair: Oh, I don't think it needs a doctor. Perhaps if it falls often enough, something will break, and it'll be prompted to scream. I imaging the scream of silence would be simply exquisite.

"And in case nobody told you today: you're fantastic and I'm glad you're alive." ~Luciana Scath

"Tempest is used to being ignored. Please, continue with your talk."

- Silente Tempest

"*Ahem*
So I'm not sure what to dedicate to.
Maybe I could dedicate to Blogland.

I don't know what to do, though.

Maybe I could always be involved with all the plots, like Silente.

Maybe I could be like Dragona, and write a several-page, awesome sci-fi fanfic blog.

Maybe I could be like Jubi, who seems to be the happiest person I've ever met. :D

Maybe I could be like Fabi, who writes plots that make me want to tear my hair out and gnash my teeth and curl up in a ball and cry.

Maybe I could be like Adra, who is such a good writer that even her own plots make her cry.

Maybe I could be like Ari, who has literary genius constantly shining out of her 24/7.

Maybe I could be like Sir, and be all proper.

Maybe I could be like Death, beautifully tragic.

Maybe I could be like Em, and have more courage than I could ever imagine.

Maybe I could be like Emerald Phoenix, and make people happy by just being there.

Maybe I could be like Zaf, and blow a bunch of stuff up!

Maybe I could be like Clara, and sing a song, dance a dance, tell a joke, and make people sob at my roleplays.

Maybe I could be like Taia, and make the most beautiful rants.

Maybe I could be like Star, and be a lover, not a fighter.

Maybe I could be like Blake, and be a fighter, not a lover.

Maybe I could be Alistair, a strange mix of both.

Maybe I could be like Chione, and become a Frozen fanatic!

Maybe I could be like Corvo, a certified, awesome computer wrestler!

Maybe I could be like Rhydian, and have a bunch of equally amazing last names.

Maybe I could be like Trip, and manage to put TONS of creativity into an awesome, new discipline!

Maybe I could be like Snow, and stick to people and my beliefs, no matter how many problems crop up or threaten to capsize me.

Maybe I could be Duck, the smartest bird-brain I know.

Maybe I could be like Christie.
Maybe I could be like Batma- Oh wait, already covered that with Christie.

Maybe I could be like Dugglyn, who is just so gosh darn enthusiastic!

Maybe I could be like Kestrel, and be the most encouraging, caring, wonderful Administrator there ever was!

Maybe I could be like Blue Eyes, kind, mysterious, and beautiful all at once.

Maybe I could be like Mara, and let all my cares drift away when I sing.

Maybe I could be like Luci, and take the best selfies this side of the Equator!

Maybe I could be like Matex, and swing with my kitties.

Maybe I could be like Jazlyn, and have the smoothest name, and personality, I've ever heard.

Maybe I could be like Thrust, and old-timer to Blogland, but one who's tenacious enough to still stick around!

Or maybe I could be like a billion other Bloglanders, each with a brilliant and unique personality.


Or maybe not.

Because if there's one thing that Blogland's taught me, it's that you can yourself, here. Whoever that is!

So, I dedicate to us Bloglandians, because we deserve a bit of recognition.
(Also, sorry if you weren't on here, I'm still sort of new, even after ghosting. ): )"

-Sam Ish 

"Look at it this way, though: Blogland has come close to dying before, more than once. But it came back, 'cause you know what? Us bloglandians are stubborn. We don't give up on the people or things we love. Life goes up and down, Blogland goes up and down. There are gonna be low points sometimes, just like there is in life. But one of the mmost amazing things about the human race is our ability to fix what's broken- whether it's with duct tape, super glue, or just time and love."

-Saph

"How are you?"

-Almost every Bloglandian ever.

(It's the best, most amazing question in the world, full of so much love and care and it makes you feel welcome and wanted. So... it needed quoting)

"She's ruined me, and I'm enjoying it. In fact, I'm grateful for it. Love is the strangest thing." ~Alastair

Aladra D':

"Hope is not lost until you yourself are lost and even then you can still be found its just about getting up and making the effort."

-Silente Tempest

oh, everyone needs a story. A story's what makes a person. What makes them who they are.

- Hope Quinn/Snow Stormberg (WHOOO QUOTING MYSELF)

"I dedicate this page to somebody special I'm sure you all know


This person practically oozes awesomeness, and is always saying interesting and random things that are worth thinking about.

Also she's a bubble.

Hopefully by now you know who I'm talking about.

Star Inkbright, this page is for you

Because you're amazing

And ExStarordinary

And I don't think you're pathetic at all. :-)"

- Fabienne

"Breathing is overrated"

-Hunter

Think of someone awesome you know.
Try to explain their awesomeness.
Can't do it, can you?
That's because people can't be put into words.
People are unique, and they're never existed before, so no words have been invented to describe them.
It's like how bands can always be described as a variety of genres, because they don't quite FIT because nothing like them has ever existed before, so they kind of have to sit alongside bands that aren't really like them.
Fabi once said something about how she didn't fit into lines and boxes because she was a squiggly thing.
If you try to define a person in words, you limit them, restrict them, cripple them.
In The Mortal Instruments, Clary asked her mum why she never painted her, and Jocelyn replied that to paint someone was to capture them forever, and that Clary needed to be free to grow and change.
People change so much.
If I could somehow describe myself in words, then the description of me that I wrote last year would no long apply to this year's me, and it wouldn't apply to the me of the year before the year I wrote the desc., either.
Also, people are so COMPLEX.
And CONTRADICTORY.
For example, I'm one of the most peaceful people I know and one of the least peaceful people I know.
How does that make sense?
How does that even work?
I can't say I'm peaceful and I can't say I'm not peaceful, because neither would be true.
So what do I say?
There's so many little idiosyncrasies and quirks and twists and swirly bits and mysterious bits and all kind of bits in me, and I've spent so many years trying to figure it all out and fit it all together and make sense of it all, but the more I know, the less I understand.
Hunter and Ez - I only call them my characters in order to speak in understandable language.
I belong to them more than they belong to me.
They're not my characters.
They're not even their own characters.
They're not characters.
They're people.
And even if I wanted to, I wouldn't want to try and define them to a few questions, a few quotes, a matter of boxes and lines and descriptions.
People will want to know characters by reading the profiles.
You won't know them by reading the profiles.
You will get an incorrect, very poor representation of them.
Also, my writing skills are just not up to scratch, Hunter won't play along and Ez just downright refuses, so even if I wanted to, I couldn't include them. :/

The profile OC things are brilliantly fabulous for characters, but my characters aren't my characters, and I can't treat them as such. :/

That's no me insulting the wiki. It's a brilliant idea. :) *hugs*
But I'm not going to insult some of my friends to appease some other friends, because I am fair to my friends, even ones with physical bodies who don't even really like me. :)

Also - I couldn't write a profile on you, whoever's reading this, could I?
No, because I'm not you, and you might not want me to, and I might stuff it up and you might not like it and, if you were someone pathetic like me, might even get upset over it. Hunter and Ez aren't pathetic like me, but still, fairness.
So yeah. :P

-Star Inkbright

People, I have something to say. Something important. Well, it is important to me to say it.

I want to thank you all for being you. I've known this blog for a year now. I know, my first comment was someday in July last year but I have read Derek's entrys, and sometimes your comments, before finally having enough courage to post a comment. (First, I didn't want to hurt an angel!! And second, I just didn't know what to say)
I must admit that I don't remember my first comment (and I'm far too lazy to search it now...). But I do remember that I was welcome. I think it was Adra who first gave me a hug. I was really surprised because you didn't even know me but then I was like: 'Wow! Those people are really really nice!'
And then I got a medal for awesomeness from Star (or was it Hunter at that time? Actually, I don't remember cause I was kinda confused with the characters, I didn't understand that at first^^). But anyway, I got this medal for awesomeness which is... well, pretty awesome!
And that's only two examples of how kind you guys have been to me!

So, I'd like to say thank you.
Thank you Adra, Trip, Star (plus Hunter and Ez^^), Chione, Ember, Silente, Zaffy, Snow, Fabi, Dragona, Ieni, Taia, Lucy, Rhydian, Anni and everyone I forgot to mention now.

I love you all! <3

~Mithria Faith Holmes

*takes a deep breath*
I like word art and writing and reading and music
I like Blogland, and within that, roleplaying and talking and having fun times with my friends
I like Slipknot and Avenged Sevenfold and Disturbed and Muse
I like Skulduggery Pleasant and Gone and The Final Empire and Artemis Fowl and The Morganville Vampires and The Shiver Trilogy and The Hitchhiker's Guide to the Galaxy and The Inheritance Cycle and The Hunger Games
I like Merlin and Sherlock and The Walking Dead
I like Blu-Tack and fake white tack from Ryman's 
I like bright colours and contrast
I like deep colours and blue
I like the sky and the clouds and the stars
I like my online friends and my real friends and my characters who aren't my friends
I like places when I feel comfortable enough to be myself
I like ranting and talking and thinking
I like disappearing off into my head
I like making up stories when I walk
I like science and English
I like having opinions on things and arguing with people
I like metaphors and comparisons and analysis
I like laughing
I like smiling
I like crying
I like the beautiful and the unique and the complex
I like the dark and the disturbed and the horrific
I like many things, contrasting, overlapping, similar and yet different
But what I don't like
What I really don't like
Is being asked what I like
Because I never know how to reply because I'm pathetic and indecisive and need the water to be very clear before I take a step forward so I know where to step and how to step and aren't worried about tripping and drowning and looking like and idiot XD

-Star Inkbright

"I'm going to go now because my god has stopped garlic and I'm tired and autocorrect is annoying me."
-Dragona Pine

Annika Barnosky, you perfect person. *laughs*

*wails in anguish*
*curses Snow and all of Snow's ancestors and descendants and loved ones and pets*
*gazes at Amethyst with watery anime-eyes*

Do
I
LOOK
okay?


No!
No!
*waves arms wildly*
I swore I was over her! I am over her!
*sobs over a portrait of Snow*
S-
S-
Snooooooooooow . . .


*takes a deep breath*
*exhales*

Okay.
Serious now. Poker face.

*returns the portrait of Snow to the Portraits Of Bloglanders Gallery I have in the hotel basement*
*it's more of a stalker wall, really*

*returns to the lobby*
*nods*
Alright. I'm good now. It's all good. Goodness.
*wipes eyes*




- Annika Barnosky,  just after I had poofed. ANNIKA, YOU ARE TRULY FABULOUS

"If I ever have to be rude, I want to be glittery rude. Not plain rude." ~Taia DeMars

*grand voice* I am old, people, and I have seen generations rise and fall, like yo-yos, except the yo-yo kind of gets bounced once and then gets replaced, and what I can say is . . . er . . . well, what I can say it what I always say, which is that although my friends leave, and it sucks, and Blogland changes, and it sucks, and I have to be all human and go missing everything, and it sucks . . . well, what happens is that I miss the old Blogland for a bit, and I never really stop missing it, but after a while, I come to see how awesome the new Blogland is and get attached to it as well and make a whole load of new friends and get used to a load of new awesome stuff.
I have been here when people blogfought
I have been here when people just chatted
I have been here when people roleplayed
and now I am still here, for better or for worse. I like to think it's for better. :P
~Star Inkbright

"Star, stop using logic. It's offputting."


~ Kestrel LeStarre. :)

I'M JUST LIKE SHUT UP I'M FANGIRLING HERE.
~Star Inkbright

"For shame, Mr. Soul, asking Mr. Castalan to bare his soul to you, when you have yet to even buy him dinner." ~Sir Reingington

"Tattoos are tattoos because they have to come out of Canada on your arm"

- Snow Stormberg, Summarizing something Star Inkbright said.

Hugging people on the internet is EASY, though. You just type '*hugs*', and there you go, a little parcel of warmth and friendliness is released upon the world.
It's like a smile. It costs nothing, and it's so . . . smiley. :)
~Star Inkbright

a conversation i found while perusing the comments (RP stuff. but meh )

 Annika Barnosky / Garrote Armitage said...

*continues scribbling on the clipboard*

*mutters something about flowers*

*then glances up*

. . . Damn. There's so much furniture on the road I can hardly think. Must be rush hour.

February 28, 2014 at 10:45 PM

 Sir Reingington said...

*nods*

I do suppose that is one downside to living in this area.

February 28, 2014 at 10:47 PM

 Annika Barnosky / Garrote Armitage said...

I agree. Oz has been pressuring me to buy a mushroom chair. You know, one of those cup-like, modern things? But I'm happy with my old wing-back armchair.

*returns to writing*

February 28, 2014 at 10:49 PM

 Sir Reingington said...

...

Well. I have always been partial to walking.

February 28, 2014 at 10:49 PM

 Annika Barnosky / Garrote Armitage said...

*shrugs*

Walking's all well and good, I suppose, but it's achingly slow.

February 28, 2014 at 10:50 PM

 Sir Reingington said...

Well. You are entitled to your opinion, I suppose.

February 28, 2014 at 10:52 PM

 Annika Barnosky / Garrote Armitage said...

As you are entitled to yours.

February 28, 2014 at 10:53 PM

 Sir Reingington said...

Indeed.

February 28, 2014 at 10:53 PM

 Annika Barnosky / Garrote Armitage said...

Quite.

*finishes whatever he's been scribbling on his clipboard*

*examines it*

*then nods in a self-satisfied way*

February 28, 2014 at 10:55 PM

 Sir Reingington said...

*resists the urge to peer over at Mr. Armitage's work*

*digs around in one of his many pockets*

Harrumph, never conveniently found when one needs it...

February 28, 2014 at 10:58 PM

 Annika Barnosky / Garrote Armitage said...

*glances at Sir*

*holds out pen*

Need a pen? I don't need it anymore.

February 28, 2014 at 10:59 PM

 Sir Reingington said...

Hm? Oh, worry not, I hardly need a pen.

*digs around for a bit more*

Hrm. Oh, blast it all.

*a short, muffled shriek comes from one of his pockets, and he withdraws a paper bag*

Much better.

February 28, 2014 at 11:05 PM

 Annika Barnosky / Garrote Armitage said...

*raises an eyebrow*

*wonders if he should say something*

*decides against it*

*he's Precocious's friend, after all*

*he doesn't want to offend him*

February 28, 2014 at 11:09 PM

 Sir Reingington said...

*sighs, and opens the bag, which is full of breadcrumbs*

*smiles slightly*

Honestly, times like these make me feel rather old.

February 28, 2014 at 11:13 PM

 Annika Barnosky / Garrote Armitage said...

*raises eyebrows in surprise*

If it's not impolite to ask, how so?

*a few birds land on the asphalt a few yards away*

February 28, 2014 at 11:14 PM

 Sir Reingington said...

*pauses thoughtfully*

Well. I suppose that depends upon one's point of view.

*tosses a few breadcrumbs near the birds*

*watches as they rapidly make the food disappear*

February 28, 2014 at 11:17 PM

 Annika Barnosky / Garrote Armitage said...

*thoughtfully watches the birds*

. . . I don't suppose I've ever felt old. Not really. I mean, it's not like my memory's bust, like Doctor's, or I'm starting to get tired, like Oz.

*gazes at the birds*

*and his mind goes to a dark place*

*shrugs vaguely*

But, what do I know?

February 28, 2014 at 11:20 PM

 Sir Reingington said...

I would hazard a guess that you know quite a bit, Mr. Armitage. 

In any case, consider yourself fortunate. You do not have to be weighed down by ideas as trivial as your own mortality.

February 28, 2014 at 11:24 PM

 Annika Barnosky / Garrote Armitage said...

*look at Sir*

Are you often troubled by such thoughts?

February 28, 2014 at 11:25 PM

 Sir Reingington said...

*smiles sadly*

Mr. Armitage, take a look around you. Everyone in Blogland has some sort of tragic background, or is tortured in some way.

Why would I be any different?

*stands up, and sets the paper bag of breadcrumbs on the park bench*

Well, I suppose I should take my leave. It was a pleasure, Mr. Armitage.

I suppose I shall see you at the wedding, then.

*walks off, narrowly avoiding a small stool*

February 28, 2014 at 11:27 PM

 Annika Barnosky / Garrote Armitage said...

*watches him go*

. . . I suppose you shall.

*ponders Sir for a moment*

*then pushes him from his mind*

*sets down the clipboard*

*picks up the bag*

*and begins to feed the birds*

February 28, 2014 at 11:30 PM

"I'm sorry for your theoretical loss, by the way. It must be theoretically heartbreaking to be theoretically dead. " -Fabi (Mister Loux)

happiness

This, so far, is going really well. I honestly never thought it would take off... but I... thank you all. *hugs*

"Mr. Armitage, take a look around you. Everyone in Blogland has some sort of tragic background, or is tortured in some way.

Why would I be any different?" - Sir Reingington

"YOU'RE ALL PERFECT I LOVE YOU" ~Luciana

"Well I'm telling you right now,

I have a Wollameaver Dolvampony and I'm not afraid to use her" ~Jubi

"OMGOMGOMGOMGOMGOMGOMG *screams*
Darquesse! My favorite character! Who got her own back cover! *squeals* *waves arms around manically* *accidentally knocks over a metal vase which falls out of the window* *it lands on a Bentley 1954 R-type continental of which only 204 were made, retro fitted with a whole host of modern conveniences*
Um....
Oops." -Emerald Phoenix

okay everyone listen up because i'm ranting here and everyone needs to read understood

i'm going to curse a lot bc i'm pissed off because of something off of instagram and i'm also sad because of something on instagram

okay.

you are not a reflection.

you are not a grade.

you are not a test.

you are not something you like.

you are your own individual person. you are fucking beautiful. in my belief, perfection.

"but the mirror shows what i am"

WRONG FUCKING WRONG

the mirror might fucking show what your outside looks like, but it sure doesn't show your personality. your traits. your talents. your likes. dislikes.

a mirror is a piece of glass which society has upgraded to something that tells you how to live your life.

just because the mirror shows your waist is a tiny bit bigger than someone else's, or just because the mirror shows that you are a teeny bit bigger built than other people your age, does not fucking mean you starve yourself. it means you are unique. you are special. you are perfect.

nobody, fucking nobody, is flawless. i have flaws. i make so many fucking mistakes man, you wouldn't even believe. but that's what humans do. we make mistakes. because then we learn from them. and if anyone ever gives you a hard time because you made a mistake, they are fucking deluded. they've made mistakes. every single person has. and that's a good thing. mistakes are good.

so listen up.

YOU

ARE

PERFECT

YOU

ARE

UNIQUE

YOU

ARE

YOU

YOU

ARE

HUMAN

and in my eyes, you are perfection.

~Maralie Lily Charm

"*looks up at the sky*
*watches as airplanes, birds, superheroes, and frisbees fly overhead*" -Annika Barnosky

"*blinks, and stands up*

*walks over to Economical's location, and gathers up a few papers*

You may want to avoid walking this time of day. There's quite a lot of traffic about.

*quickly scoots to one side as a bar stool comes careening down the sidewalk*" -Sir Reingington

"...

Qu-

Indeed." -Sir Reingington

"I never introduced myself, I apologize. My name is Annika, though I wish it weren't. I don't come to Blogland often, but I can occasionally be found singing on stage or performing a bad stand-up comedy act." -Annika Barnosky

"Take a piece of paper. You fold it one way, you get a crane. You fold it another way, you get a flower. Fold it a third way, and you get a water bomb. 
It's still the same piece of paper - you haven't added anything to it, you've just rearranged it. And you got something new OUT of it, without putting anything new in, as such. 
So, it's almost like, when you think/talk, your mind is folding your thoughts, and depending on how it folds them, you end up with all this new information, derived from the same original data.
idk. That's just my thought on that. ^^"
- Taia

"...

Quite" -Sir Reingington

"I'm heading off to sleep now, but I thought I would just take a moment to tell you how much I love you all and how much of an impact you have made on my life in your own ways. I go through my life finding things to alter my perception and adding them to my sort of bank, and the world I see is shaped by you people, and the world I see is a much better world for it. :) Thank you for contributing to the person that is me, and thank you for being the person that is you, because you people are all amazing individuals and I'm glad to know you." -Star Inkbright

"THE WORLD MAKES NO SENSE" - Star Inkbright

STAR IS A BUBBLE
SAPH IS A FISH
JUBI IS A JUBAB AND A JUBI-BEAN
CLEMY IS A WOLLAMEAVER DOLVAMPONY
SNOW IS EITHER A TREE OR A PENGUIN. DEFINITELY A WEIRDO
MARA IS A DIRECTIONER AND A MIXER
ANNIKA IS A TEA-DRINKER
ARETHA IS AN EVIL AND NICE PERSON AT THE SAME TIME
NICCOLÒ IS A CROW
ADRA IS...I DONT KNOW EXACTLY. SOMETHING AMAZING
FLORA IS THE FLOWER QUEEN
ZAF IS GRAND MAGE
AND YOU?
YOU, MY FRIEND, ARE PERFECT, THATS WHAT YOU ARE.

-Moss/ Fabi

Saphy is perf.
fabi is amazing.
Deathy is needed.
mara is fab.
missy is a ninja.
adra is unforgettable.
Ari is fantastic.
Zaf is dynamite.
Trip is a cool nusents.
Duck is a duck.
Sir is a gentleman.
blaze is fun.

and everyone on here is a paragon.

-Snow

Snow is the kindest friend I know.
Fabi is the wisest confidant I've ever trusted.
Ember is the most awesome fangirl I've had the pleasure of meeting.
Death is the sweetest rose in the garden.
Duck is the most flammable duck in the pond.
Mara is the most beautiful bride I've ever seen.
Sir is the most suave shark in the ocean.
Trip is the badass- brother I finally found.
Jubabi is the tastiest food I've chased, tied up, and attempted to chew.
Star is the loveliest bubble in the sky.
Alex is the wittiest person I've missed-with all my heart.
Ari is the tragedy-spinning storyteller I wish I could be.
Luci is the most eloquent writer I've ever read.
Taia is the ultimate dinosaur.
Flora is the beloved Queen I bow to.
Sparky is the ruler of all treehouses.

You are the people I love.

-Saph

((Sorry Fabi... we all seem to have high-jacked your comment.))

If I don't care, then why am I crying?

"I need you, Adra. As the body is to the soul, you are to me. Without you there, I'm just a weak force. A flick, not a ballistic missile." ~Trip

"You are not useless, and you are not alone. I am sitting here, approximately four and a half THOUSAND miles across the Earth's surface away from you and I am thinking about you, and I am caring and feeling for you. 4.5 thousand miles away you have helped to build the human who I am, and other humans who are ALSO these multiple thousand miles away from where you are, and that is useful. That is incredible.
And I hope you find the things which are truly important to you as a human on this planet, and I hope that you reach them, or that you already have.
You are unstoppable." ~Taia

"The future is full of tea and murder,
children and potions,
and blood-stained chartreuse tablecloths"
- Annika Barnosky

"You love me, and get cleaner. I love you, and become a better person."

- Annika Barnosky

R.I.P
SNOW STORMBERG
2000 - 2014
DIED DUE TO SPELLING FAILURE.

- Snow Stormberg (quoting myself because YOLOUYTD)

  But I have to say: you ate perfect. *nods*
- Snow (Because her typos are the best)

Trip, are you... sane?
-Snow Stormberg

Grab ye guns and grab ye, uh, other weapons. Because the apocalypse is here. No sleep for us. With 5 minutes until the end of the world and the beginning of the zombie apocalypse...

Oh wait.

There AREN'T any zombies coming?

The apocalypse really ISN'T real?

It's NOT the end of the world?

Well then.

That's f*cking boring, that is...

- Zathract Mist