If you are a monster, by choice or birth or curse, unleash your poison breath and razor claws.
If you are a monster, by choice or birth or curse, your name is a promise of a fell fate for all your enemies.
If you are a monster, by choice or birth or curse, you will survive the ice, you will build the fire, your wounds will heal, your muscles will grow, your plans will tighten, and you will thrive.
This world is made for monsters.
i learned a palindrome today and its the best & funniest thing ive ever heard here goes:
No sir! Away! A papaya war is on!
Instead of whispered, consider:
- said in an undertone
- said low
- said into someone’s ear
- said softly
WoW means so much to me because it’s so much more than just a game.
When I was bed-ridden from my eating disorder, literally dying, WoW was there. When I was in hospital on several drips, WoW was there. When my hope was lost and my family had given up on my recovery, WoW was there. When all my friends left me because someone that obsessed with food isn’t fun, WoW was there. Not just as an idle game I could play when I got bored. WoW made me feel important. WoW made me feel like I was achieving something everyday.
When I lead that raid, I was important. When I topped the DPS chart in that dungeon, I was valued. When my group wiped on heroic difficulty, people had faith in me to get it right next time. When I logged on, people were happy to see me. When I got that achievement I’d been working on, I was proud of myself. When I hit max level on my 5th character, I felt incredible. When I was leading a guild with over 400 active members, I was empowered. When people asked me for help, I was meaningful. When I finally saved up enough gold and got enough rep for that mount I really wanted, I was on top of the fucking world. I felt good at something for the first time in forever. I felt valued and important. Wanted.
And I thought maybe, just maybe if I can lead this raid, top this chart, beat this boss, turn in all my quests, get that mount drop, finish that achievement, hit max level, then maybe, I could beat my eating disorder.
So I did and every fucking day I felt like falling back, or that maybe the voices in my head were right, maybe I was useless, I turned on my laptop and was reminded that I wasn’t. I was a shadow priest, a champion of the horde, an ex-guild leader, a vanquisher of deathwing, a slayer of the alliance and a damn good one at that. I could take on anyone, this eating disorder didn’t stand a fucking chance.
My blood elf helped me be brave when I was afraid for my life. she is so important to me.
what’s that chant that goes like “three ladies came from (somewhere or other), one of fire, two of frost, out with the fire, in with the frost”. I can’t remember the whole thing and all my books are at home :(