Foraging for New Beginnings
It was an upbringing which made mine look like a hippie commune.
The First Year
This was either a hippie or a 'surfer dude'. i hear gilorndir's voice behind me, "we'd love to see this 'stuff' you have to trade; can you tell us your name?"
Chapter III: Zero Hour
Drunk a hippie's blood and stared at my hands for six hours." he said. "i was there at zero hour too, got my first kiss their as the portal opened and the first wave off furs came through."
Hell on Earth. Chapter 4
Maybe there really was an angel among them, up to good, shining like a beacon in the pitch black, and it was nothing to do with rap’s hippy dippy rock collection? fancy if he’d clonked alexis one for no good reason? nah, he’d had it coming.
Twilight Moan Presents: Double-Booked
“the hippy stuff had tapered off by the time we were old enough to move out on our own, but we were still very much into 'free love.' we got invited to a swingers' retreat by a friend of ours, way out in the woods.
Großstadtabenteuer
Sie hat ein strubbelig-zerzaustes fell in allen blond- und brauntönen, die ich je gesehen habe und trägt kleidung, die mich an eine mischung aus hippie und punk erinnert - auf jeden fall sofort sympathisch.
Chapter 1: To Mars!
Asked a fellow immigrant american hippy from the sol federation. evans looked at him with one eye closed, displaying his anger facially, as he had run out of breath with the hurdle he had just faced.
A New Life (1)
"fucking hippies, can't get rid of them even on this asshole of a planet." karoo's long ears flattened, but he didn't want to alienate anyone on his first day on the planet. "could i get that burger soon, please?"
The Spicy Lentraiva Flower
The pride group was all lesbians and hippies obsessed with social issues. but where were the ball-nuzzlers like him? the young bat was frustrated, and it wasn't out of persecution, but from isolation.
Rubber-Reality Band: Introduction
Ciro bit back a chuckle at the stupid, hippie-sounding approach.
Chapter 6- Jarred
I don't mean to sound hippie-ish, but i never really liked watched the news for that reason. i guess suffering is more marketable. there's a knock on the door, and i get up to answer it after realizing who it could be. "hi mrs. t."
Sophomore Year: The Outcast
I was considered a real hippie. after my fallout with drake last school year, i plummeted into the dark grips of marijuana, trying to forget everything. but i couldn't run from these problems.