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Love graphic novels and crime fiction marvel star trek star wars films jack reacher
Expresso1241
Love graphic novels and crime fiction marvel star trek star wars films jack reacher
Love graphic novels and crime fiction marvel star trek star wars films jack reacher
Love graphic novels and crime fiction marvel star trek star wars films jack reacher
The fact that she’s really slim like a supermodel and she’s getting chased by all the people and she’s making so much money she’s so beautiful and just get so much attention and she’s adorable insanely and I just being ignored and I hate the fact that she is somebody when I’m not she’s so full of herself she’s a shit head and you know, no brains or beautyand she’s really nothing but just just a body I’m worth more than her and she’s not
We met at a bar it was a very charming encounter. I like to lips I like her lips. She like my smile. Her eyes gleamed into mine eye is flooded. My heart beat more my pulse beat it like a butterfly I could smell the breath of perfume in my mouth and the prickly mess of the hair along my eyebrows the soft skin gestures, imagining the texture of a skin the feeling of her touch the softness of her face and her intention
He will give you death and you will love him for it. It was a ominous tune a voice. Why would I love him for death? I will not let kill him kill me for I am beyond death and life An eye for an eye of mine revenge is revenge. What is the difference for? There is none I may be sick or perfect in hell but so is the world and therefore if it gives me death I will give him death and we will both go to hell.
POV 1: The Artist Elena tilted her head, studying the old oak tree in the middle of the field. The late afternoon sun draped golden light over its gnarled branches, tracing shadows through the deep grooves in its bark. Each twist and imperfection told a story—years of growth, of weathering storms, of resilience. She imagined painting it in oils, capturing the warm hues of the sunlit leaves and the deep blues of the shaded bark. It wasn’t just a tree; it was a masterpiece shaped by time.
POV 2: The Engineer Daniel crossed his arms, eyeing the same tree with a different lens. Its roots spread wide, stabilizing the soil, its branches stretched in a near-perfect fractal pattern, balancing weight and wind resistance. He estimated its height, considered its strength. A structure like this could inspire new support designs—efficient, natural, enduring. To him, the tree wasn’t just an object of beauty; it was a blueprint for something greater.
Two minds, two perspectives—both seeing the same tree, yet seeing entirely different worlds.
He was missing the train. It was stuck. Nowhere he was left on a deserted planet then like a phone booth. He ran to it very well that sort of miraculously teleport himself to another place shimmering light the atomisation of particles speed of light down a fibre wire to another place The pain and suffering in the feeling of all of your parts of your body in our reforming within the chamber, the contortion splitting the atoms quantum of developing the human body into the sumof its parts.