A couple gets into the car at 6:10. Minutes of silence follow. The boy asks the girl a question. She gives a single-word response ( Read more... )

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"She paused midway to look back. Standing there trembling in the water and not from the cold for there was none. Do not speak to her. Do not call. When she reached him he held out his hand and she took it. She was so pale in the lake she seemed to be burning. Like foxfire in a darkened wood. That burned cold. Like the moon that burned cold ( Read more... )

Hiro Nakamura's free reign over the space time continuum doesn't make any tiny amount of sense. It's a source of constant frustration for me. Does that make me a total nerd?

I know that stare. I've felt it before. It doesn't come from the sort of person you think you've become. I'm staring back, glaring, I'll burn the flesh off of your fucking bones with my eyes. But that wouldn't do any good, would it?

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I call it a little crush, but that's only relative to the massive clusterfuck that I can sense it becoming. I think I can handle this, but that's only because I still think I'm invincible, even though I'm constantly proving and re-proving to myself that I'm nothing close to it. I'm like a fucking child in that way, innocently and unsuspectingly ( Read more... )

To: self
Cc: god's cruel sense of irony

GOD FUCKING DAMN IT WHAT THE FUCK WHY.

I need a break. I need a break about once month, I think.

I'm happy to work my ass off for a good cause, and Tree House is definitely that. And I'm happy to take work home with me so I can continue to work my ass off on my own time, particularly when the "work" I take home is in the form of adorable kittens -


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