|おはよ ぐざいます/こんにちは/こんばんは |
(This is to those with different time zones then I)
はじめまして ぴび です, よろしく おねがい します
my list of my many names:
The top translates to:
Good morning/Hello/Good evening
(bleh bleh bleh)
Nice to meet you, I'm P.B. I hope you look favorable of me. (Last part wasn't meant to be English in the first place)
Connected by a Ribbon:Prologue "Don't worry, you'll make new friends." he said, 'I don't want to make new friends...Connected by a Ribbon:Prologue by ~purplebuneary
A friend of mine is moving, yet he doesn't even care that we're going to separate! I can't do anything though...'
He then just dropped to his knees.
"Look."he said, pointing to a black ribbon tied to his finger, "I won't forget you if I wear this."
Then giving me a white ribbon. "With this, we will never forget each other..." giving out a smile.
All I could do was hope he wouldn't forget me...
The next day, he moved to a different country. A place where I doubt I can just simply
Each day passes but I never forgot. I always gave the white ribb
R.I.P.Did anyone notice that she winced if you raised your arm?R.I.P. by *InsanityAdjuster
Did anyone notice that her eyes were wide with alarm?
Did anyone notice that she never looked you in the eye?
Did anyone notice that her voice was but a sigh?
Did anyone notice that her skin was always bruised?
Did anyone question whether she might be abused?
Did anyone question why she walked in obvious fear?
Did anyone question why one day she did not appear?
Did anyone recognize her face on the six-o’clock news?
Did anyone see her remains pulled from the river refuse?
Did anyone care that this quiet girl no longer exists?
No. No one did. And she will never even be missed.