matthewnotmattlewis replied to your post:What are you favorite things about each of the five? Least favorite?Some part of me hopes you’re not joking about the dating you thing.Well then that part of you will be happy to hear that I wasn’t joking in the least.
#You know I think you’re adorable #And wonderful #And kind of the perfect man
Amanda, there’s no such thing as perfect. Even if there was, I wouldn’t be anywhere near it.
Feeling cold, feeling empty. I am low, unworthy…
I’ll exist as if I don’t feel conviction of my ignorance to my perfect prison.Oh but mother, I’ve got vices like any other man.
It was the first time in a very long time that Matt was afraid of himself. It seemed he was on the edge of some horrific meltdown. He could barely think, barely breathe. The silence of the guard post resonated viciously in his head as he stared out at the decrepit landscape. He felt like a spring wound taught. Something told him that if he did see something on the horizon, he wouldn’t stop to be sure of what it was before he shot with deadly precision. Matthew needed to dull his senses. He needed to dull his panic, his aching thoughts and sinking sense of worthiness. The outpost needed someone stronger than him to protect them. So what if he was one of the best shots likely left in the state? So what if his headcount was high? It couldn’t mean anything if he couldn’t keep from panicking when an old friend could die any moment. It couldn’t make him a decent leader if almost more than anything he wanted to disappear, even if the urge was fleeting; occasionally it reared its ugly head and forced him to reevaluate his place in this wasteland.
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Feeling cold, feeling empty. I am low, unworthy…
I’ll exist as if I don’t feel conviction of my ignorance to my perfect prison.Oh but mother, I’ve got vices like any other man.
It was the first time in a very long time that Matt was afraid of himself. It seemed he was on the edge of some horrific meltdown. He could barely think, barely breathe. The silence of the guard post resonated viciously in his head as he stared out at the decrepit landscape. He felt like a spring wound taught. Something told him that if he did see something on the horizon, he wouldn’t stop to be sure of what it was before he shot with deadly precision. Matthew needed to dull his senses. He needed to dull his panic, his aching thoughts and sinking sense of worthiness. The outpost needed someone stronger than him to protect them. So what if he was one of the best shots likely left in the state? So what if his headcount was high? It couldn’t mean anything if he couldn’t keep from panicking when an old friend could die any moment. It couldn’t make him a decent leader if almost more than anything he wanted to disappear, even if the urge was fleeting; occasionally it reared its ugly head and forced him to reevaluate his place in this wasteland.
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Everyone has their clumsy moments. And it was probably whoever pushed you in that was the most drunk.
Shit happens. Revenge can be had.
Better remember who did it, then.
’s not funny. I coulda drown in that pool.
You fell in backwards. Half the water flew out.
I wasn’t even drinking. I was the only one not drinking.
Everyone has their clumsy moments. And it was probably whoever pushed you in that was the most drunk.
Oh, shit, it better not have broken.
Also, I didn’t fall. I was pushed.
We could always go check?
Wait, by who? I just remember seeing you fall in.
’s not funny. I coulda drown in that pool.
You fell in backwards. Half the water flew out.
aaron-beasley asked: I’m always happy to have your company, whenever you have the time to spare. So, of course I don’t mind!
Good. Because I still have that thing I wanted to give you.
And stuff.
