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WIKIPEDIA MONSTER COMPILATION PAGES FOR PEOPLE
japanese creatures
greek creatures
creatures organised by type
creatures listed by letter
humanoid creatures
filipino creatures
chinese creatures
cryptids
‘fearsome critters’
angels
beings referred to as fairies
creatures that pretend to be human
a page on therianthropic creatures
shapeshifters
hybrid creatures
extraterrestrial creatures
deities
a page of mythology page links
a section of folklore page links
flying creatures
theological demons
fictional species lists
mythology related lists
legendary creature related lists
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Tell everybody I’m rotten, That my heart is rancid, Hidden behind a candy coating. Go ahead, stuff them with the Heavily garnished dish you serve To make yourself look better. They will rave and crave more, Even as they’re bloated to bursting. Send them to me with heaps of sugar So I know they gorged on your Spiced up, juicy entrees with Me as the bitter center, You the martyred master chef. But I wasn’t the first to get fed Up with your poison (It seems to be your specialty) And I won’t be the last if you Refuse to see the one key Ingredient in every course: You
I’m always a little too much for people to handle. A little too sad or a little too overbearing or maybe even a little too annoying. I’m always too much. But I was always too little for the only person I ever really loved and that really screws me up inside. I was never enough.
JSM (via wnq-writers)
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I know a man who catches snowflakes Holds them on the palm of his hand or sometimes carefully between his fingertips He does this to impress the ladies I watch as they are memorised lady after lady in awe of the Snowflake Catcher’s special gift They talk with him, contemplating the wonder of nature’s creation each delicate flake infinitely different yet extraordinary beautiful He draws them in so easily
But ladies you must beware you must stay clear of the Snowflake Catcher I know the secret to his trick His secret is not natures love nor an ever so delicate touch No his secret is dark & foreboding It is his ice cold hands fed with blood from his ice cold heart He has taken his icy black inner and practiced over the years his trick of snowflake catching learnt simply you to entrap
So ladies see through this conman right to his dark cold heart Then move clear away your affections to sway to man whom in whose hands snowflakes just melt Such a man is more genuine and real and believe me when I say you’ve got more chance that a genuine man will melt your heart than the Snowflake Catcher ever will