Nod Your Head

February the 1st is my father 's birthday. It’s today. Or should I say "was?" I can 't help the overwhelming emotions I 'm currently feeling. He would have been 44. As I open the gates of this cold and frightening place, death welcomes me breath by breath. I kneel in front of my father 's stone grave. A grave, worn down by weather. I begin staring dreamily, not at the grave, but at something: a distant past, a happier time. I am not here, in the present, but in the past, replaying every event, every

(Klaus was getting a little anxious on his upcoming trip to Mystic Falls University to see Caroline that evening. He was not the type of guy who would normally put his heart on the line. He knew perfectly well if it were any other woman, he wouldn't give her the time of day as it'd be a waste of time. However, he knew Caroline was different. The fire inside of her, her sassiness, the way she spoke her mind...Klaus could go on and on) (He couldn't believe how soft he was getting towards a woman.

glides / Into his darker musings, with a mild / And healing sympathy, that steals away”. (lines 4-7) To explain, nature having a voice and smiling can be shown to others that nature is nice and joyful. Nature is also told to be beautiful and can heal your sympathy of others. It can be stated that nature is emotional with what you feel. As a result, someone who shows these traits of “gladness and a smile” are being welcome and being comforted. She takes away the pain he has and reflects it with nature

You sighed as you saw the group leave, something inside you wanting them to stay longer. It was a nice morning, and breakfast was coming to an end as noon was rolling in. You wiped off your apron and walked over to the groups table, beginning to pick up. They didn't leave much, and you smiled at their kindness. You glanced over and saw a napkin folded under one of the glasses, and you instinctively picked it up to unfolded. 'Thank you for being such a wonderful person, we all appreciate it, and we

seems poised to butt heads, at the Oscars, with a movie like Argo or Spotlight, that sophisticated, actorly drama with accomplished Editing and Cinematography, say, but likely no showy Visual Effects. The Best Picture race has lately felt like a clear choice between two kinds of movies: the technically accomplished, Hollywood-made spectacle, and the sturdy, topical, independent feature. This would seem like an old phenomenon. Oscar winners have long bounced back and forth between your huge spectacles

appeared a creature, not of this world. The alien, you could say, looked somewhat human, but with a mixture of a squid and a angel fish. “Come to me, Maya!” He says “The time for us to rule over all now! I am free!” As if on cue Maya, slowly raised her head. She no longer had her beautiful brown face any more. But instead her face looked half human and half alien. Her eyes gleamed a red looking color. “Yes, Pharaoh Jayaven.” Than she slowly rises into the air and than disappeared right along with the

way imaginable, and she tolerates it. Beats the shit out of her whenever he’s drunk off his ass and yet, the man hung the moon as far as my mother is concerned. I think some women just need a man around.” He laughs bitterly, hooking an arm behind his head. “I guess you could say the Flynn’s are co-dependent. My father needs his alcohol. My mother needs the alcoholic. A match made in

showed certain parts of yourself to, you gave me all of you.   I wiped your tears as you spoke of your troubles, there’s nothing in this world I loved more than holding your hand and whispering words of reassurance in your ear, because I knew you weren’t broken, you were just bent. And I loved all your edges, all your roughness. Your imperfections were perfect to me.   I confronted you a lot. I’m not the type of girl who nods and laughs and is always comfortable, I wasn 't easy — as in, I didn 't

shooting at our house because he was hired to eliminate the monster before it did any major destruction. He finishes his story by saying he was just trying to do his job and help out. Everyone looks at my dad, and waits for his reaction. All he does is nod and tell me and Chelsea to go upstairs while he and mom talk with

overpowered your mind and you shook your head violently, your hair cascading around you as you did so. “You can’t be serious,” you stammer, glancing at Ilian incredulously. Everything you had been through together had made his news a shocking surprise. He shifted and took a step closer to you, not leaving the space between the two of you that you had created in the first place. “I am doing this for our survival. For our clan. For Trishanakru,” he consoled, his eyes not daring to meet your own. “And