My grandmother, Joyce Pendleton, died in her bed just before 7 PM ET from lung cancer, surrounded by her loved ones... the way she wanted to go. Mother of three, grandmother to 12, and almost a great-grandmother... friend fo many... she died after living a full and complete life.
She was 67 years old.
On a side note, my birthday was yesterday... I'm 18 now.
Anyways, life goes on, I've started a bit of writing again thanks in part to a bit of good news I recieved this last weekend.. won't elaborate.
All I can think of now is the irony of all this... so I'm done writing for now. Look forward to seeing people again soon enough.











Oohh and you're a wannabe Novelist! Like me
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Here's something you need to know:
Dogs need food and water or they cannot grow
"He who is cruel to animals becomes hard also in his dealings with men. We can judge the heart of a man by his treatment of animals." ~ Immanuel Kant
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...miles to go before I sleep.
- Robert Frost
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"Sparks from the fire rise up to the sky / Higher and higher oh I want to fly / Out of the story this time I'll be free / Wake up for a moment from that dream of me" -Nobuo Uematsu, The Skies Above
Magister Mundi Sum!
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"There is no freedom in your skies."
- Alister, Last Exile
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"There is no freedom in your skies."
- Alister, Last Exile
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You are all unbelieveably fucking retarded.
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"There is no freedom in your skies."
- Alister, Last Exile
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