Perilog

A Poem of the crash What mysteries arise when sky and sea meet as one? Should fear be your first answer or an opportunity for fun? There are creatures there from dreams and nightmare, a bio glow is their shared chosen flare. What happens when one surrounded by all is suddenly all alone? What happens to the mind when someone is secluded and forced to be on his own. The dangers here are many but far between, there is nothing here to hurt but our soul is left to bleed. Are we all alone in this place where man has never been? What are these shadows that seem to be creeping in? If we bolster our heart then we can make it back home, if we listen

Hello there! I am hoping to do some Steven Universe rps, I have been rping for six years and I wouldn't mind keeping that trend going. I would like experienced rpers who want a long term Steven universe rp. I have recently updated my characters and I am hoping to use them. So please! Just send a comment down below and we can get the process rolling. We do not have to exclusively rp in DA notes, I accept chatrooms, tumblr, and skype as viable options.

Star vs the forces of evil rp! I have loads of ideas for this rp and I am willing to listen to other people's ideas! So please comment down below or note me and we can get things started!

The tree will be scratched and scarred, though it will always grow bigger to make the wound seem like it is gone. It never forgets how it is hurt, but it doesn't let the injury hold itself back. The weed receives a single scratch and withers from the smallest of wounds, and this is where humans make a choice. Will you grow past it like a mighty oak, or let it wither and rot you like a poisonous weed.

It takes all of mankind to build the world, but only one man to burn it down. A fire can start with  a single spark, but it takes an army to douse it.

Ten million billion world's and each are called home, no planet is ever considered alone. Ten trillion billion species in the galaxies unknown, each one knows the death bell's tone. Through dimensions and stars death is seen by all, even the immortal Suns see others fall. This fear of future is in the heart of life at core, and through all reality it connects us evermore. Loss and pain must be known to one, as to appreciate the beauty of the setting sun. Every man, woman, and creature from the great beyond, will one day face being gone. But that thought is not meant to strike terror and dread, instead thank those who are dead. They pass and y