Name: Lucretia
Alias: Cretia, "Mistress" (Gannicus title for her)
Gender: Female
Age: 5 years old
Rank: Index
Birthdate: 2337
Breed: Border Aussie Shepherd Setter (25% Border Collie 25% Irish Setter 25% Australian Shepherd 25% German Shepherd mix)
Height & Weight: Weight: 85 pds Height 22inches tall
Build: Lucretia has a medium build, she is slim though she has a muscular frame. Her legs are long making her swift on her feet. Her ears hang and are as long as her face due to her Setter ancestry. She has a long tail most likely because of her Shepherd back ground and petit paws. Her eyes are a light baby blue
Homophobia means:
* I am the girl kicked out of her home because I confided in my mother that I am a lesbian.
* I am the prostitute working the streets because nobody will hire a transsexual woman.
* I am the sister who holds her gay brother tight through the painful, tear-filled nights.
* We are the parents who buried our daughter long before her time.
* I am the man who died alone in the hospital because they would not let my partner of twenty-seven years into the room.
* I am the foster child who wakes up with nightmares of being taken away from the two fathers who are the only loving family I have ever had. I wish they could adopt m
Avanzas con tus alitas lastimadas
Ave herida en mil batallas ahora descansas
Sobre un arbol en una ensenada
oh! pequeña luchadora que en su vida avanza
ya dispuesta a enfrentar y dar pelea
pues el arbol da mas vida a tu espiritu
y en tu mirada serena solo existe esperanza
ALZA TUS ESPADAS EN ESTE MUNDO CÍNICO
porque tu condena será por quedarte y no hacer nada
no querrás volver a caer en olvido
el amor y el calor viven en tus sentidos
Un angel dentro de ti esperando renacer
y al cumplir tus sueños llegarás a tu destino
Perder no estará contemplado
Llegarás mas lejos de lo esperado
Sólo salta, tu ca
We're pretty god damn blessed to have this ability.
The lucky humans get the honor of portraying emotions through salt water oozing from our eyes.
It's a beautiful thing…
Yet I can't help but wonder how something so beautiful could hurt so much.
How it can make my throat clamp up,
my guts curl up into tortured knots,
my eyes itchy,
my head cry for release,
and my body to be forced into vomitting.
Such a beautiful thing crying is.
"Silent night...
Broken night...
All is fallen when you take your flight.
I found some hate for you,
just for show.
You found some love for me,
thinking I'd go.
Don't keep me from crying to sleep.
Sleep in heavenly peace.
Silent night...
Moonlit night...
Nothing's changed.
Nothing is right.
I should be stronger than weeping alone.
You should be weaker than sending me home.
I can't stop you fighting to sleep.
Sleep in heavenly peace."
- Damien Rice
12:58am;
A loneliness so terrible it tears me apart. The sadness...I don't want to forget those things... But I can't hold onto them as clear as memories. No matter how much I gloss over it. No matter how much I sincerely promise... Time moves on and they fade. It's so cruel. How sad... And yet.. It won't stop. Not anymore. Just please... Don't leave.
1:06am;
When? When did my world begin to break?From where did it get twisted? But I desperately reached out. I forced you to stay. No matter how many times I was betrayed and betrayed and betrayed... I needed you. I did believe. I honestly believed that no one could ever break us. No. It was