Hetalia- Mongolia part 5I took a quick shower this morning. It made me feel uncomfortable due to the other women being around. I know a few of them were staring at my ass. I swear what the hell? My ass isn’t that good. I dried off quickly and went to get dressed, noticing someone left me an undershirt. I put my hair into a pony tail and put my undershirt on and my suit half way up, tying the arms around my waist. I tied my shoes and went off to lunch.Hetalia- Mongolia part 5 by imatmntgal
I ate lunch quickly; I wanted to go spend my yard time wisely. Most of the women feared me already because I already beat a cop for calling me fat, so I ruled the place. A prison guard came up to me with quickness. My god was she going to taze me?
“You have visitors” she told me. I got up and followed her to a room with a lot of round tables. Everything was so gray around here, has anyone ever heard of paint? I walked up to a table when they entered. I grinned.
“AUNTY NORTH CAROLINA! Why are you in jail?! Are you okay?! Did you stab someo
Hetalia- Mongolia part 4As my husband drove up to our house, police cars surrounded it and police men was an ocean. One made him stop the car. Berlin gave me a stare from the rearview mirror. I rolled down the window, fear filled my eyes. “Alivia Beilschmidt?” he asked. “Yes, that is me. Is there a problem, officer?” I said in an annoyed tone. “Please step out of the vehicle” he ordered.Hetalia- Mongolia part 4 by imatmntgal
I did as I was told and my face was slammed into the hood of the car. “You have the right to remain silent. Anything you say will be used against you in the court of law. You have the right to an attorney if you wish” he said as he handcuffed me. He walked me to his car and shoved me in. I stared out the window as he drove.
HE TOOK HIS PRECIOUS TIME TO DRIVE TO THE COUNTY JAIL! Jeez I am innocent! He walked me inside and registered me in. “Take those off and put this on” A prison guard said. She had an orange jumpsuit in her hands. I sighed and I took off my shirt an
|some of my life drawn.......i would rather do it on a marker board and with a camera but this will have to do|
Should I Pray?It was hot.
I tugged the
shawl over my
shoulders as I
I'm not Catholic.
Far from being
I just thought that
I needed to be here.
I was a few weeks
away from leaving
to join the U.S
As I walked in to
the large, main room,
I knew this wasn't
any ordinary church.
The roof was
a high dome,
the tiles aged
All around me were
statues and paintings
If you didn't know the
history behind this
You'd think it was just
But if you looked closly
at the dome so high up,
you'd notice a circular form
of plaster and new tile
where a bomb was droped
durring World War II.
The bomb had dropped,
piercing the dome's ceiling,
dropping to the floor below
and skidded across the floor.
But it refused to blow up.
Times like those made me
wish I had more faith.
But to me,
it was a stroke of major luck.
I left the sanctuary and into
a room where a man was
selling prayer beads.
I made my way to the
Dear Mr. President: What's wrong with the world?Dear Mr. President,
Come take a walk with me?
Let's pretend we're just two people and,
You're not better than me.
I'd like to ask you some questions if we can speak honestly.
If I got the chance, I would ask him everything.
There's so much that's wrong with the world.
People are just too afraid to look at it.
They refuse to see...
What do you feel when you see all the homeless on the street?
Who do you pray for at night before you go to sleep?
What do you feel when you look in the mirror?
Are you proud?
I just wonder if he knows what he's doing.
Some of the descisions aren't making a difference.
Is he proud of what is happening?
How do you sleep while the rest of us cry?
How do you dream when a mother has no chance to say goodbye?
How do you walk with your head held high?
Can you even look me in the eye,
And tell me why?
We're all hurt here.
People with no jobs.
Their families sick and dieing.
Standing Outside the Fire: Raph's DemonsWe call them cool
Those hearts that have no scars to show
The ones that never do let go
And risk the tables being turned
Raph liked to think he was strong.
Stronger than his brothers.
He didn't like to show weakness, and was sure he never did.
We call them fools
Who have to dance within the flame
Who chance the sorrow and the shame
That always comes with getting burned
He hated how Donnie stuttered over April.
Or Leo sighing over Karai.
It was weak.
Or so he thought.
Then came the day she crashed into their lives.
But you've got to be tough when consumed by desire
'Cause it's not enough just to stand outside the fire
She made him go just like Donnie and Leo.
Of course, he avoided her.
But that didn't stop him from keeping an eye on her.
That didn't stop him from feeling like he did.
We call them strong
Those who can face this world alone
Who seem to get by on their own
Those who will never take
|You have brains in your head.|
You have feet in your shoes.
You can steer yourself
Any direction you choose.
You’re on your own. And
you know what you know.
And YOU are the guy who’ll
decide where to go.
You’ll get mixed up,
of course, as you already know.
You’ll get mixed up with
many strange birds as you go.
So be sure when you step.
Step with care and great
tact and remember that
Life’s A Great Balancing Act.
And will you succeed?
Yes! You will, indeed!
(98 and ¾ percent guaranteed.)
KID, YOU’LL MOVE
Anfangen ist leicht, beharren eine Kunst. (To begin is easy, to persist is art.)
SQUEAK! SQUEAK! MOTHER F**KER!
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