You suck. I rule. Anyways, I'm Runningstar. Towards my clanmates, I always have to act responsible and quiet and peaceful. But with Catbirdstar and Moonstar, those two lovebirds? You'd get a heart attack if you'd see me then. But that'd be good, I guess- one less hooligan to pretend to worry about.
" Even though you don't need a purpose to live, you just need a reason. I don't need to be a hero to wanna wake up every day, I just need to know that I'll see a sunrise, or taste some great food. And boom, I'm up. Purpose is lame. Reason is where it's really at. "
In truth, there is no one who aims to suffer, to toil, or desires pain, because it is, painful; but in cases, it brings one more pleasure to bear its burden. So let it be sorrowful, let it be desired, let it be pursued; for life is best enjoyed with a siding of the poison of its reality.
Let one who pursues it actively to be seen as foolish, but let him feel jubilant in the process while looking upon him with the same attitude one sees watching a mustelid hunt; for their chase is the same, a dance of variable success which revels in its mocking with the face of obscenity.
This is a short blurb about your character's design. It can stay short, it can be long... But do what you need to! In truth, there is no one who aims to suffer, to toil, or desires pain, because it is, painful.
Whether we laugh at them, or we take part in their folly ourselves, we are bound to the same guile of the natural flow of life.
In truth, there is no one who aims to suffer, to toil, or desires pain, because it is, painful; but in cases, it brings one more pleasure to bear its burden. So let it be sorrowful, let it be desired, let it be pursued; for life is best enjoyed with a siding of the poison of its reality.
Let one who pursues it actively to be seen as foolish, but let him feel jubilant in the process while looking upon him with the same attitude one sees watching a mustelid hunt; for their chase is the same, a dance of variable success which revels in its mocking with the face of obscenity.
Whether we laugh at them, or we take part in their folly ourselves, we are bound to the same guile of the natural flow of life.
In truth, there is no one who aims to suffer, to toil, or desires pain, because it is, painful; but in cases, it brings one more pleasure to bear its burden. So let it be sorrowful, let it be desired, let it be pursued; for life is best enjoyed with a siding of the poison of its reality.
Let one who pursues it actively to be seen as foolish, but let him feel jubilant in the process while looking upon him with the same attitude one sees watching a mustelid hunt; for their chase is the same, a dance of variable success which revels in its mocking with the face of obscenity.
Whether we laugh at them, or we take part in their folly ourselves, we are bound to the same guile of the natural flow of life.
In truth, there is no one who aims to suffer, to toil, or desires pain, because it is, painful; but in cases, it brings one more pleasure to bear its burden. So let it be sorrowful, let it be desired, let it be pursued; for life is best enjoyed with a siding of the poison of its reality.
Let one who pursues it actively to be seen as foolish, but let him feel jubilant in the process while looking upon him with the same attitude one sees watching a mustelid hunt; for their chase is the same, a dance of variable success which revels in its mocking with the face of obscenity.
Whether we laugh at them, or we take part in their folly ourselves, we are bound to the same guile of the natural flow of life.
I... well, how do I put it... to say the least, is used to love her. Yep, real shocker, right? I knew that she used to love tigerlilies, especially right before they fully bloom and open up. I knew that she used to
Let one who pursues it actively to be seen as foolish, but let him feel jubilant in the process while looking upon him with the same attitude one sees watching a mustelid hunt; for their chase is the same, a dance of variable success which revels in its mocking with the face of obscenity.
This is a description of the characters' relationship to one another. In truth, there is no one who aims to suffer, to toil, or desires pain, because it is, painful; but in cases, it brings one more pleasure to bear its burden. So let it be sorrowful, let it be desired, let it be pursued; for life is best enjoyed with a siding of the poison of its reality.
Let one who pursues it actively to be seen as foolish, but let him feel jubilant in the process while looking upon him with the same attitude one sees watching a mustelid hunt; for their chase is the same, a dance of variable success which revels in its mocking with the face of obscenity.
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