The bullets may singe your skin and the mortars may fall.
I got my Christmas tree last night. I think it came out rather lovely considering I was the only one decorating it due to the rest of my family's holiday apathy. It does, however, have a large piece missing out of the bottom, which can't be fixed. I put my fruit bat finger puppet on the top instead of the traditional star. Flying mammals are way cooler anyway.
Someone needs to lock me in my room and not let me out until I finish all my library books that I've had for close to two months now.
Macbeth English movie - let's hope this one comes out better than the Romeo and Juliet one freshamn year which was marred by my melodramatic Tybalt death scene.
I want to move to England and become a reclusive writer.
I also want to have a cup of tea with Colin Meloy. He seems like the type of man who would sit and have tea with you while discussing European literature. Someday Colin, someday.
There is a vase of dead flowers on the desk. It's beautifully morbid in a terrible-teenage-poetry kind of way.
Someone needs to lock me in my room and not let me out until I finish all my library books that I've had for close to two months now.
Macbeth English movie - let's hope this one comes out better than the Romeo and Juliet one freshamn year which was marred by my melodramatic Tybalt death scene.
I want to move to England and become a reclusive writer.
I also want to have a cup of tea with Colin Meloy. He seems like the type of man who would sit and have tea with you while discussing European literature. Someday Colin, someday.
There is a vase of dead flowers on the desk. It's beautifully morbid in a terrible-teenage-poetry kind of way.