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Pour toi, coeur de poète avec une âme de pirate et un esprit vagabond. Je t'invite a voyager avec moi, contempler l'univers, l'inconscient et leurs secrets.(fic)

The holy meme Bible created by the Almighty Shrek himself. Basically, I'm translating the bible to meme language. Enjoy!

A Collection Of Horror Stories. For The Fans Of H.P. Lovecraft and Junji Ito.

This is short overview of memes i've either encountered or find funny. If you want, come along and join the ride. Tell me what memes are funny. I am not a knock off version of meme review (well... I am.) Book covers are complicated so frick em. To be honest a lot of it will be pointless banter and history if it permits. (I will not explain which history, because it will literally be anything)

Art never did believe he would reincarnate. That sort of thing happened to heroes, not to boring foot soldiers. Yet here he was, a screaming red faced infant. Could this be any more humiliating? (Bl, reincarnation, fantasy, romance, weak to strong, comedy)

I just want the author badge but I’ll continue to post some stupid shit after I get the badge. ?‍??

Have a wonderful taim birthday party

Relatable, Indescribable, short but exciting peoms PS. this is my first really thought on work so any suggestions are greatly appreciated.

What if people have abilities? The people where a world called "Elmentus" were all born with individual abilities. Whether strong or weak abilities they have, it must be used to help each other. Azelus, Ignis Caeli Aquila Terrance Quint, age 16, wondered why people start to abuse their power for no good, they use it for crimes, use it for greediness, and use it to obtain more power by stealing each other's ability. Quint wants to restore the world from its destruction, with his faith to the highest deity, and with his good deeds, he pondered..., "What if the world continues to be in its chaos? "Will there be a hero to save it? "Will there be unselfish people who want to restore it like me?" "Will I be able to save it just on my own? ,"

I remember that life was always gray and dreary, those who saw it as grass and flowers were naive. Those who said that life revolves around the memory you made are fools. Those who spoke that life is a beautiful creation of some being are delusional. They think I'm pessimistic, an oddball of society, a piece of trash who doesn't have the will to live. In all honesty, they are just afraid, fearful that life won't be so green anymore, they felt rushed to enjoy life as it is. But I don't see it that way, life was never green or colorful to me. It was an illusion to cover up the impending doom of self-blame, destruction, and unknown time of death. They fear time, as long as the river flows death follows and gazes at the fishes that swam till they die and collect them. To me, it's laughable that they fight and fight until someone dies and then they felt remorse and wish they could turn back time to redo everything. The beliefs of many are easily shaken when life withers and turns into a cold corpse. Even at my death, I was peaceful as I took my last breath and look at the world with my empty eyes filled with dimness. I thought I would be free as I enter my eternal slumber but I then felt a beating heart, heard muffled noises, and an expanding light that quickly came. That was the time I was born and lived again to see life once more who smiled at me with malice on her lips. She was gorgeous, her beauty knows no bounds but she is quite fickle and is easily irritated. And she seems angered by me who doesn't look at her beauty very much. 'Sorry, all I see is gray and dread wherever I look. Your beauty is untouchable but we are privileged enough to witness it, alas, your colors don't enchant me.' That was my last thought after I was born. ... The cover is not mine, the credit fully goes to the owner.