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827 Re: 't teut topic wo 24 jul - 2:59
Chaitanya
VIPVentus schreef:Gezwommen <3
:3
Mijn favo quote:
"I love a happy ending. They are so rare." -Aro <3
- :
Lol best wel tegenovergestelde hier xd
Kay schreef:Dat weten we dus niet, het is op het land gebeurd. Waarschijnlijk een goeie trap of ze is raar gevallen.
Ieuw, maakt je haast weer denken aan die enge psychopaat die toen door weilanden pony's ging neerhakken met een bijl...
Oké oké ik kap al xD Ik ben er weer hoor!
828 Re: 't teut topic wo 24 jul - 9:52
Navayo
VIPIk ben gisteren gaan zwemmen met mijn shet 
echt superleuk
en vandaag omdat het was afgekoeld met een welsh a dekhengst die ik rij gesprongen, super trots op die hengst
echt superleuken vandaag omdat het was afgekoeld met een welsh a dekhengst die ik rij gesprongen, super trots op die hengst
829 Re: 't teut topic wo 24 jul - 22:24
Juno
Ah, zwemmen met ponies is zo leuk 
Ik ging wel eens met Orion naar een plas bij Wapserveen ofzo, bij de hunnebedden, en dan ging hij altijd met het water spelen met zijn voorbenen
Ik ga hem missen
MAAR HIJ IS NOG NIET WEG
Ik ging wel eens met Orion naar een plas bij Wapserveen ofzo, bij de hunnebedden, en dan ging hij altijd met het water spelen met zijn voorbenen
Ik ga hem missen
MAAR HIJ IS NOG NIET WEG
832 Re: 't teut topic do 25 jul - 9:36
Chaitanya
VIPIdee voor een nieuwe char 
edit: drie nieuwe chars :')
edit: drie nieuwe chars :')
836 Re: 't teut topic vr 26 jul - 6:51
Ventus
Lalala.
Nar&Kristen moeten nogsteeds op topicjes reageren ;o
@Chai
Ahww, leukk :3
Nar&Kristen moeten nogsteeds op topicjes reageren ;o
@Chai
Ahww, leukk :3
837 Re: 't teut topic vr 26 jul - 7:53
Chaitanya
VIPIk ben echt verliefd op het oog:
Lol. En die oren zijn echt misvormd xd
En dit mormel heet Arabusky
Lol. En die oren zijn echt misvormd xd
En dit mormel heet Arabusky
838 Re: 't teut topic vr 26 jul - 9:56
Aaliyah
ModeratorBah, als paardrijden zo doorgaat heb ik er helemaal geen zin meer in. ):
839 Re: 't teut topic vr 26 jul - 21:20
Juno
Aaliyah schreef:Bah, als paardrijden zo doorgaat heb ik er helemaal geen zin meer in. ):
Als paardrijden hoe doorgaat? :3
aaaaaaaaaaaaaaaah
asdfghjkl, Bioshock Infinite vraagt het beste van me, en ik geef haar alles
- Spoiler:
- Will the circle be unbroken
By and by, by and by?
Is a better home awaiting
In the sky, in the sky?
BTW: wil iemand mijn stukje voor iemand op Wattpad lezen?
Het is- voor mij- best wel emotioneel, en ik het komt best dichtbij mij :/840 Re: 't teut topic vr 26 jul - 22:57
Aaliyah
ModeratorSure, ik wil wel lezen (:
Nou, tja, de lessen zijn leuk, maar ze zet me iedere keer op hetzelfde paard, maar ik vind het paard niet leuk enzo D:
Nou, tja, de lessen zijn leuk, maar ze zet me iedere keer op hetzelfde paard, maar ik vind het paard niet leuk enzo D:
841 Re: 't teut topic za 27 jul - 0:09
Chaitanya
VIPIk reed altijd op Bollie. Een dikke, ouwe, slome en chagrijnige Fjord met een hartje van goud. Ik kon zo nerveus zijn dat ik er buikpijn van had en nog trok Bollie zich nergens van aan. De hele bak kon op hol slaan, maar Bollie was altijd de knol die dan in het midden ging staan en stil blééf staan totdat alles weer rustig was.
Eeyup. Dat was Bollie voor je xd
Nu is Bollie overleden. Maar dodo, kun je er dan niets van zeggen?
Eeyup. Dat was Bollie voor je xd
Nu is Bollie overleden. Maar dodo, kun je er dan niets van zeggen?
842 Re: 't teut topic za 27 jul - 0:26
Aaliyah
ModeratorJa ik zeg er meestal wel wat van, maar ze blijft het maar doen, en het zijn geen leuke lessen meer, gewoon omdat het paard niet fijn is.
845 Re: 't teut topic za 27 jul - 1:35
Juno
Dat is echt niet leuk, hetzelfde paard, keer op keer, op keer ;/
Maar nee, je kan er niet echt iets aan doen
~Ik waarschuw je, hij's wel lang ;'3
Maar nee, je kan er niet echt iets aan doen
~Ik waarschuw je, hij's wel lang ;'3
- Spoiler:
- "Cassie Walker, could you perhaps tell me the definition of the phrase; Pushing up daisies?"
I huffed at the journalist that had been stalking me from the moment that I got off of my bike, trying to enter the grocery store; it didn't quite work out the way I planned it to work out.
But then again, it never does, does it?
We've been married nine years today, I thought as my eyes never left the female journalist in front of me. Nine is my lucky number.
She had chocolate brown hair, like him, big, dark brown eyes, just like his. Her hair was raised into a bun and kept together by a big, spider- like pin, her lips were like oxygenated blood, very red, very pure, clear, bright and it stood out everywhere, matching her warm eyes perfectly.
She wore a pencil skirt, like a lot of female journalist's have been doing lately, and a white office blouse. So simple, and boring. I sighed and let my eyes drift away, let my mind wander.
"You look lovely today, though you always seem to do.." His voice in my ears was like music, it made me feel just as alive as his tone was, or at least sounded.
"Is there a way for you to not look beautiful, Miss Payne." I huffed and smirked at him, though he was actually making me blush tremendously, but I hid it, I wasn't going to be the weak one this time.
'Turn me into a boy, maybe?' He laughed, it was the most beautiful laugh I ever heard, and I heard it every day, it sounded beautiful every day still, and it would always.
"Then you would be a model, standing in playboy bare, having every girl he could, and he would. You would be the most handsome and sexiest man alive."
I laughed this time, it filled the small room in which we spent most of our free hours, of which we didn't have a lot, but that made us cherish the free ones all the more. And Cherishing is always good, right?
'That isn't possible, because you would still be alive, and Zayn.' I grinned like a Cheshire cat and laughed like the mad hatter, and Liam knew exactly who I was imitating.
"You're filled with such sweetness, Alice.' We laughed together and calmed ourselves again, like we did every day. 'The accent that you lay on my name is frightening, it's frightening me, Alice.'
"And your laugh is frightening, me." He spoke in the most posh accent that I've ever heard from anyone, and I heard a lot of them in the last eight years, most from Harry of course, he was so good at them.
'And who are you then exactly?' I had put my arms around his neck, my face inches away from his and his breath tingled my skin as mine tingled his, I could see it by the goose bumps that were everywhere.
"The man who married sweet Alice, of course." He pecked my lips shortly, and sweetly, as sweet as he thought I was, and he thought I was very, very sweet.
'I'll love you to the end of days, Payne.' I whispered, standing on my tiptoes to reach his ear.
"So may the last day on earth come late, and if soon, may dead be sweet and relieving." Those were the words that always followed my love sentence, and I had grown fond of it.
He was such a poet, such lovely and beautiful words left his lips, and all I could do was peck them. So I did, with smile, proud of my handsome poet.
'Not as sweet as I of course..' I spoke back, making him grin. "Never, though it's not fair for death, how sweet you are, he might come soon, jealous of your sweetness."
'And I'll grant him some, the kind person that I am.'
"I love how the stars look at night." A soft breeze took the words he whispered, away into the night.
'-I love the moon, she is just so strong..'
"What do you mean, she is so strong." I laughed softly at his ignorance, or just that he didn't understand my feelings right there, just those feelings only.
'She is all alone out there, she's so different.' He intertwined his long fingers with my slender ones and stared at me as we walked our nightly routine through the dark city.
"She isn't alone, she has the stars to keep her company, and there are moons that are just like her." I shook my head, disagreeing fiercely. 'No moon is the same, and though she might not be alone, she feels like it, I know she does.
She's the elephant between the mice..She stands out, you know?'
He nodded, smiling widely at me, me and my bright- side, the smart side that I always carried along. "Why a she exactly?" He wondered out loud, or asked me, one of those two.
'Because how strong she, women are strong, always have been..And, it's la lune in French, and la luna in Spanish, it's obvious, she, is a she, and will always be.'
"My gorgeous poet.." He whispered in my ear. "Never leave me, promise?"
'-Promise.'
"What is love?" He asked, his voice weak, and broken, his hope shattered and his eyes pointed downwards, his not daring to face mine.
What has happened to him? I don't know, he wasn't even dancing with death; he just stood and watched, in the crowd next to me while the others did, happily.
But death doesn't go for the easy ones, only the fighters, because they learned how to fight, the easy ones, the stupid and ignorant ones, they live until they grow old and die happily.
But they don't deserve that death, just like the fighters don't deserve the ones they're getting, but no one stands a change against the god of death, no one does, ever.
'Love is the irresistible desire of being irresistibly desired..' I whispered, knowing it wasn't his answer, but it was mine, I was just waiting for his, to hear it out of his mouth for the last time.
He smiled, and looked at me, for the first time since he had gotten ill, I didn't dare to call it more than ill.
"Love is when a puppy licks your face.." He whispered, holding both my hands in one.
"Even after you left him alone all day."
'-May death be sweet and relieving, my love..'.
'You are my sunshine..' I sang softly, twiddling my thumbs as I walked across the street, following the sidewalk towards the graveyard, my eyes set towards the horizon.
'My only sunshine..' It had been a few weeks since he had passed, but not a second had passed when I had not cried my eyes out, until now. 'You make me happy,'
I sat alone on my bed, staring at the sky for hours straight, no one was allowed near me for those past weeks. I missed him so much... I missed him as much as the stars would miss the moon of she would be gone. 'When skies are gray.'
Did I learn to accept it? No, and I will not for a few years, that is very certain to me. His parents were sad too, of course, as much as I. But after two weeks, they went back to work again.
I didn't, I couldn't. 'You'll never know dear,'
Harry had visited me, unlike the other boys who just couldn't handle me at that moment, and he cried with me, it helped me to accept that I wasn't the only one that was drowning in tears because of him.
'How much I love you...' There it was, the graveyard.. It just had to count to nine, with a deep breath.
1 step, 2 steps, 3 steps, 'Please don't take,' 4 steps, 5 steps, 6 steps, 'my sunshine,' 7 steps, 8 steps. 'Away...'
9
Look aloft, and you'll see me, between the stars and the moon.
Those were the words on one of his stones, I visited them everyday, but this day was special, eight years since we were married, two since he had passed.
So, I laid down eight red roses neatly next to each other, and two white ones on the grass before the stone. Why did we have to part again?
We were true, we were right.. We were so right, everything else seemed wrong. No, it was wrong, only we were right, we belonged, we fit...
How terrible it is to love something that death can touch.
Those were the words on the other stone, my favorite one of his...
Three years since he had passed- three lonely ones, for sure- and nine since we were married. I missed him everyday, still, I loved him everyday, still, I think of him everyday, still.
He'll never leave my thoughts, he belongs there, and in my heart, and he belongs to the earth too.
Today I'll buy him nine red roses and three white ones, to lay on his stone, I'll say to him my words and leave, alone, like everyday, and every year, for the past three years..
"Miss Walker? Hello?"
I shot up from my thoughts, but my eyes were focused on her face the entire time, I saw how I had frightened her, it didn't matter to me.
'I'm sorry, what was your question?' I asked, suddenly able to shoot her a friendly smile, one that I haven't used in ages.
"If you could tell me the definition of the phrase; Pushing up daisies?"
'-It means dead and buried, or, just dead, commonly used in the future sense, but in different ways is also possible. Can you now step aside? I need to buy my roses.'
"Yes, of course Miss Walker, and, our thoughts are all with you today." She smiled friendly and I nodded. 'Thank you, and, it's Miss Payne.'
I kneeled down besides his stone and laid down the beautiful, fresh flowers and softly, slowly touched his stone with my index finger. This time, no tears escaped from my eyes, and not because I held them back, but because I was learning to accept it.
'You have always been a fighter, Liam, the god of Death just thought it would be better, if there was one fighter less on Earth. Why? I do not know. I'll never do, but I'll accept it, for you..'
Branches were crushed under a person's weight behind me, and I shot my head away from the grave, staring into two beautiful, brown eyes. Like his.
It was a girl, of a young age, holding three red roses in her hands with a white ribbon tied around the stems of them.
"Did you lose someone close too?" She asked, the wind dancing with her chocolate brown hair, just like his hair. I nodded and she smiled at me.
'Cancer took him, far too early.' My smile drowned in sadness, and so did hers. 'And you?'
She too nodded at me, pointing towards the stone next to Liam's. "Three years ago, just like your husband. I've seen you here before, but you were gone before I was able to reach you.
My father, he died, too by cancer."
"It's an awful thing, isn't it? Death.. Yet it is so better than life, it seems." I was surprised by her words, she seemed so young. 'May I know how old you are?'
"-Sixteen."
'Thirteen is so young to lose your father.'
"And twenty- eight is a very young age to die." I nodded, she knew, she was smart, very smart.
She too laid down her roses, and softly touched the stone of her father. I saw no tears, yet there was so much sadness in her eyes, so much that words could not express it.
"I need you, but I can't have you just yet,
and it's going to be worth burning alive, I bet.
I miss our talk we had late into the night,
Do you remember when we talked until it was light?"
And then I recognized it, my favorite poem, laying on her lips.
'I miss you today,' I spoke, my eyes focused on her, a smile playing on her face.
'But then again, I miss you every day...'
'May dead be sweat and relieving, my handsome poet, for it has come for you...'
846 Re: 't teut topic za 27 jul - 4:14
Chaitanya
VIPSophie, wie ben jij op wp? xd
Het begint al ergens op te lijken
Het begint al ergens op te lijken
847 Re: 't teut topic za 27 jul - 8:06
Juno
VitaEstSpeciosa
Maar ik waarschuw je, ik heb veel belachelijk verhalen :3...
IK HEB HET GEDAAN, ik heb Bioshock Infinite uitgespeeld en ben verdronken in haar almachtige glorie; OH, why art so glorious? Oh, why does thou exist of so much wisom?
Ik weet het niet hier eindigt, dit spel zal voortbestaan in mijn gedachten, mijn hart, net als Ellie <3
Oh Bioshock Infinite, I will love and cherish thou endlessly, recklessly, to infinity. To the stars and beyond, through the tears, and beyond, forever, 'til the end of times and days.
Als mijn zus en haar vriendje er niet bij waren geweest, had ik tranen met tuiten gejankt, als een klein kind..
Maar ik waarschuw je, ik heb veel belachelijk verhalen :3...
IK HEB HET GEDAAN, ik heb Bioshock Infinite uitgespeeld en ben verdronken in haar almachtige glorie; OH, why art so glorious? Oh, why does thou exist of so much wisom?
Ik weet het niet hier eindigt, dit spel zal voortbestaan in mijn gedachten, mijn hart, net als Ellie <3
Oh Bioshock Infinite, I will love and cherish thou endlessly, recklessly, to infinity. To the stars and beyond, through the tears, and beyond, forever, 'til the end of times and days.
Als mijn zus en haar vriendje er niet bij waren geweest, had ik tranen met tuiten gejankt, als een klein kind..
849 Re: 't teut topic za 27 jul - 23:43
Ventus
Oke, mensen ik ga jullie advies geven.
Als je een huis koopt, kijk zeker of die waterdicht is... O.o
Meest vermoeiende nacht ooit...
Als je een huis koopt, kijk zeker of die waterdicht is... O.o
Meest vermoeiende nacht ooit...
850 Re: 't teut topic zo 28 jul - 0:29
Aaliyah
ModeratorHahahaha, dan hebben we samen een vermoeiende nacht gehad 
Ik sliep zo beneden, en opeens word ik rond half één wakker omdat die gekke hond van ons de deur aan flarden krabt xD
Bleek bang te zijn van onweer, arm beest lol.
Ik sliep zo beneden, en opeens word ik rond half één wakker omdat die gekke hond van ons de deur aan flarden krabt xD
Bleek bang te zijn van onweer, arm beest lol.
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