Batlavar the batOnce, upon a time, there was a little nuisance named Batlavar. Nobody in Batlavar's village liked him, including his mother. Batlavar was forced to live in a cave on the outskirts of Fallmansland, the village he grew up in.Batlavar the bat
Since nobody liked him, Batlavar often found himself alone when he went to bat school. His attempts at socialization went awry and he was often forced to sit in the back row of the
classroom.
One day, Batlavar got so fed up with his
village of unloving bats that he decided to make a new breed of bats: a breed of bats
unlike any
At a Hockey Game. . .What was once so pretty in this desperate city? Were we together or were we apart? It's hard to think of this from the start.At a Hockey Game. . .
A cool summer breeze, an August rush One of my secrets begs me, "Hush.Hush.Hush."
When the time has come, I'll do what I'm asked. But for now, let's just let time pass.
Light
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We knew the girls were really women in disguise, that they understood love, and even death, and that our job was merely to create the noise that seemed to fascinate them.
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We knew the girls were really women in disguise, that they understood love, and even death, and that our job was merely to create the noise that seemed to fascinate them.
I hoped you enjoy it.
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What’s a boy to do with a guy like him…?
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The gorgeous icon is by ~kasaichi
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one favorite to meh = one pageview for you o3o
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one favorite to meh = one pageview for you o3o
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