Furcadia Furre

Furcadia is a great RPing game, if you don’t mind furries. I have been playing it on and off for several years–at least 5. I have met very good friends on there, and just had a lot of fun at times when I was bored. It’s something to do, and you have fun while doing it. A lot of places require paragraph role play, but there are several places (A.K.A. dreams) that don’t mind if you just chat. Download it. It’s completely free!
Furcadia – Let your imagination soar!
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Love


I recently saw an old couple (in their 70’s, I think) walking out of an ice cream store holding hands. It made my heart melt. I want to be deeply in love with a person when I am that old. I want to be able to look at my spouse and smile, still having those butterfly feelings in my stomach. Love seems to be so rare with me. Well, I fall in love too easily, but it’s not the same with other people. I wonder, is it lust? Possibly, but I cannot explain it fully–it’s confusing. I hope I find that special someone who will still whisper sweet nothings into my ear even after years of marriage. I want him to feel like he would never think of leaving me. It would be so great. That elderly couple had smiles in their aged faces, but they still saw the love that continued to burn in their hearts after all those years of marriage. That’s what I want.

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ScribeFire – Fire Up Your Blogging!

Wow. I have to say thank you to Miles for this add-on to Firefox. It’s easy, quick, and will definitely make my blogging easier. Check it out, and if you don’t have Mozilla Firefox, get it!!

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Writing Prompt: Words that hurt me…

When someone throws a rock into shallow water, it splashes and causes a wave of ripples. This is what these words do when they are thrown at me. The insults and lies that pour out of their mouths fills me with sadness and hatred. I’m fat, stupid, selfish. I’m a bitch, a liar, a backstabber. I don’t think about others and I act like a child. When you tell me, I am angry, but then hurt. I feel betrayed and alone, I depress easily. I feel as if no one likes me, and I cannot be myself without making someone hate me. To be myself is to die alone, and to die alone is the worst kind of punishment that could ever be laid upon me. I never want to be alone, and this relishes in my personality. I try to please people any way I can, and still try to be myself. I do not like to smile much unless I am nervous, extremely happy, or laughing. I will smile if you do, but it is not genuine. It is not real, but polite. It is because of all of the timeless occasions I was teased and tormented as a child and young adult. Maybe I am being too sensitive. Although these accusations are thrown at me, some of them are true… You just have to know me before you should believe what others say or what you read.

xoxo
Linds

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Christopher Ealy


There’s something about him that makes me smile. There’s so much in common between us, I feel like this is a dream. Is it real? I never though I would deserve to know someone like him–it’s amazing–he’s amazing. He has so much good taste, and he’s really sensual. I like to talk to him because there’s nothing boring about him. Was this coincidence or what?

xoxo
Lindsey

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Perfect Day

I was surfing through the web, and found some interesting writing prompts. I decided to choose “Design a perfect day.”
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A warm and breezy day with the sun beaming down. I am sitting under a shady tree with my back against the trunk in comfortable clothing with my hair tied back in a bun. My glasses are hanging off of the tip of my nose, and I have something in my hand. Most likely a pencil, pen, paintbrush, camera, or something of that sort. A large tablet is sitting in my lap, and intricate drawings are all over the paper. Great drawings with meaning and beauty. I paint, sketch, write, and photograph all day–making beautiful works of art. I am pleased with them all, and very proud, too. I feel so comfortable and so relaxed; nothing is on my mind. I have no worries at this moment, and there is always a comfortable smirk on my face. After I make many great pieces of art, I stand and stretch. There is a lake with a dock and canoe. I strip my pants off and underneath my clothes is a bathing suit. I keep my t-shirt on and step into the canoe. I paddle all over the lake with my camera, taking great pictures of fish in the water and birds in the trees… I paddle back to the dock and tie the canoe and set my camera in a safe place so it won’t get wet. I jump off the dock, landing in the cool water. Swimming, I float on my back and do laps and dive for the bottom. After I am done with my swim it is getting dark, so I start a small campfire. I change into a big sweatshirt and some shorts, my hair drying from the heat of the fire. I smile as I watch the flames, relaxing in the peaceful environment with all of my elements. I fall asleep under the stars.

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Peace. Love. Unity.

Love your enemies.

“Now first let us deal with this question, which is the practical question: How do you go about loving your enemies? I think the first thing is this: In order to love your enemies, you must begin by analyzing self. And I’m sure that seems strange to you, that I start out telling you this morning that you love your enemies by beginning with a look at self. It seems to me that that is the first and foremost way to come to an adequate discovery to the how of this situation.

Now, I’m aware of the fact that some people will not like you, not because of something you have done to them, but they just won’t like you. I’m quite aware of that. Some people aren’t going to like the way you walk; some people aren’t going to like the way you talk. Some people aren’t going to like you because you can do your job better than they can do theirs. Some people aren’t going to like you because other people like you, and because you’re popular, and because you’re well-liked, they aren’t going to like you. Some people aren’t going to like you because your hair is a little shorter than theirs or your hair is a little longer than theirs. Some people aren’t going to like you because your skin is a little brighter than theirs; and others aren’t going to like you because your skin is a little darker than theirs. So that some people aren’t going to like you. They’re going to dislike you, not because of something that you’ve done to them, but because of various jealous reactions and other reactions that are so prevalent in human nature.

But after looking at these things and admitting these things, we must face the fact that an individual might dislike us because of something that we’ve done deep down in the past, some personality attribute that we possess, something that we’ve done deep down in the past and we’ve forgotten about it; but it was that something that aroused the hate response within the individual. That is why I say, begin with yourself. There might be something within you that arouses the tragic hate response in the other individual.” – Dr. Martin Luther King Jr.

He is very inspirational, and I respect that man so much for what he was. It seems like anyone who is good in life is brought down by hate and anger, then never seen again. Why is this so? I don’t think it’s a question anyone can answer. It is fate. Just like everything else that happens to a person.

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