Everything have bad thing's that happens to them and worry. and everything have taste some of enjoyable in this life. Love exist on our lust and what is our lust is on to ? and what is time on to ? and what is life have to ? and what is us have to go through this situation ? and the hate of our lust is depends on our lust that is love. and what is your love in that makes you move to go through it ? like love to live only or there is more ? and how more will you go ? and will you pass this universe to your go ? we're is your go ? and what will you go on spending your timeline ? and last of all , would you like to know mine ? and before I tell , tell me yours. since all of us are actually in one way and one place. ♡​

Mood and Texture sorry I didn't really understand so I'm putting what came at my mind

option c (nickel) is not found in earth's crust. the earth's crust basically contains eight (8) elements namely: oxygen, silicon, aluminum, iron, calcium, sodium, potassium and magnesium (listed in order of abundance).

horror and alarm

this is shown in the exserp then he beat at the door and called, but none responded, and for wrath he could have dashed the door down, but it was too stout, and he had no weapon; for his arms had been taken from him.when it was dark, suddenly it seemed to sir lancelot that the room smelled foul, as if he had been carried into the midst of the quaking marsh, and was sunk deep in the slime and weeds of a pool. then, through the arrow-slit, he saw many strange lights come, dim and blue like the wild lights that dance and flit over the lonely marshes by night; but that which made him   marvel was that these lights were two together, as if they were the eyes of evil things. and they came up to him with a breath that was cold and dank, and they seemed to peer into his face, but he could see naught of their bodies. the hair upon his head rose, and his skin went cold. they pressed all about him, and to defend himself he struck at the eyes, but his blows beat only the air. then suddenly sir lancelot felt sharp pains, as if small keen knives had been thrust into his flesh at many places. the stabs increased in number and in pain, and sir lancelot beat about himself and ran to and fro in the narrow chamber to escape   the evil eyes and the stabs, but it was in vain, and thus all night in much misery he suffered. when for sheer weariness he lay down and tried to close his eyes, the evil things would not let him, but ever they tore at him and stabbed him.