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angle-double-right Pheralynne Renay O'Sullivanangle-double-left Floating on comfortably in the safety of herself as if a seaworthy vessel even on such turbulently unpredictable waters as Jackson's misunderstood emotions and disturbed thoughts, Pheralynne was somehow consistently exuding...

angle-double-right Pheralynne Renay O'Sullivanangle-double-left As the silky fur of her beloved dog had left her curled fingertips and she had started her bold query with sweet confidence and support, Pheralynne could only barely make out as the pup seemed to retreat to his bed, and even...

A peaceful, verbal silence had settled over the surrounding area of the warm kitchen after what was probably a forced, quiet thanks politely uttered from Max to Amelia, as she had simultaneously placed a decent plate of food down on the counter top in front of him with one hand and grasped her...

❃ So, I'm having a really hard time deciding. But, I know when my Sam ( @The Confused Pixie ) sees this, she's going to obviously vote @Ghost because she's obsessed with him. I don't know how that happened, but she has chosen him as her favorite. It is decided. (B') Poor @Pine...

❃ Ah, yeah, that was kinda weird. For probably about four-five solid minutes, the side bar entirely disappeared from the front page, before magically showing back up. I mean obviously it's fine now, but yeah that was strange. I was going to make a thread asking about it, but yeah, she...

❃ Wow, you guys have been hard at work with philosophy while I have absolutely not been paying close enough attention to this; I think sometime soon I'm going to take the time to formulate answers to all of these brilliant questions, with props of course to all of your great answers...

❃ Monday, August 17 / 5:53 PM ❃ ❃ So, it's been a very long day full of writing- just not the kind of writing I anticipated it being. I've spent most of my waking, working hours today chugging along in my journal description and layout above, attempting to clean things up a tad bit more. It's...

❃ Well, here's an interesting question that goes with this conversation about the moods being gone. From what I've read I understand it's an outdated issue and optimal performance, etcetera etcetera... Is there not a different developer or application? Is there not another add on for a mood...

❃ I haven't made it in here yet, which is a damn shame, so here goes! My greatest congratulations to you both, and may matrimony find you well. I read somewhere that "a successful marriage requires falling in love many times, always with the same person." With that I say, may your...

"Keep your face to the sunshine, and you cannot see a shadow." Hellen Keller.

angle-double-right Pheralynne Renay O'Sullivanangle-double-left Casually attempting to collect herself via deep thought comfortably on the dark couch in the living room where Jackson had left her to wait, Pheralynne was lost in her thoughts about him in particular and somehow still actively...

[bg=#F2D9E6][border=2px dotted black] ? Sunday, August 16 / 2:03 PM ? ? First of all let me mention that the time at the top of this journal is always the time I start writing, not the time I post. It's likely that this journal entry will be really long, and it will take a long time to...

❃ I'm an ISFJ, or "Defender" type. I don't see that in the poll options? ❃

I'm going hiking at the park today, with my fiance and my best friend, and life is good. Expect nothing from me today in the afternoon.

angle-double-right Pheralynne Renay O'Sullivanangle-double-left In another timely bout of ridiculously stupid bravery, Pheralynne was actively speaking openly with Jackson again, having no regard or time for sugar coating the truth of things as she was seeing them, and not to mention for...

angle-double-right Pheralynne Renay O'Sullivanangle-double-left Slowing down subtly in the pace of the walk she shared with Jackson, connected to him at the hand, Pheralynne was unable to entirely hide the daunting sadness that hung in the back of her mind like a curtain, blocking the warmth...

Amelia had just moments previously finished leading this stranger, Max, from the open, combination area of her entryway and living space into the defined kitchen, with simultaneously gentle and assured steps, seemingly entirely disregarding his disconcerting demeanor and general hesitancy by not...

Decency has died.