Okay, so once more, I haven't posted anything in forever. I've been busy, and I refuse to apologize to the internet, especially since the internet does not care what I write on here.

I am working on slashing Snow White, taking heavy influence from the Grimms fairy tale. It is lots of fun. Here is posted everything I have written on it so far. It's ( Read more... )

 People always say that love makes you do stupid things, but no one really takes it seriously. When I think of that little cliche, I think of self-sacrifice and cute misadventures, but then I look at some of my friends and realize that it's more serious than that. I've never been in love, not romantically anyway, so I don't quite understand how an ( Read more... )

Thomas gave her a big smile and a tight hug before leaving for home. On her coffee table sat half a dozen yellow roses and on the hollow of her throat sat a silver and jade butterfly. They were gifts from him, the former for their one year anniversary, and the latter for a previous birthday ( Read more... )

Yup, you guessed it. It's him again. Except this time I'm not upset. I'm not angry, and I'm not disappointed.  In fact, I'm feeling rather apathetic about all of it. So apathetic, in fact, that I think I'm almost ready to talk to him.

Yeah, I haven't talked to him about it yet.

He did seem to notice that I was not happy about him spending all his ( Read more... )

I feel like all I ever write about any more is him. I'm getting tired of it, to be honest, but I can't seem to write about anything else. I guess because writing is my escape and I don't have any other problems (haha) that he's all I can write about.

I'm going to try to talk to him. He's driving me crazy. I don't even know how much I like him ( Read more... )

I'm a tomboy. I wear T-shirts, jeans, and tennis-shoes and I feel right at home. I run a brush through my hair before I have to go somewhere and then cover it up with a hat. I listen to hard rock and heavy metal. I don't wear a skirt unless it's to church, a wedding, or a funeral. Makeup is something I put on whenever I feel like I need to make a ( Read more... )

Just so this is clear: I'm not in love with desperation. I was just thinking of love, being in love with love, and being desperately in love. Then I thought, "in love with desperation" and it sounded cool so I thought I'd write about someone who's in love with desperation. I'm not sure where I'm going with this...

( The word desperate is defined as (1) reckless or dangerous because of despair or urgency, (2) having an urgent need, desire, etc., or (3) actuated by a feeling of hopelessness. )

I'm not tired.

Daylight savings started yesterday and my mind is still stuck in the old time. My clock says that it's nearly 3 but my body is telling me that it's not even 2 yet.

Unfortunately the world runs on the clock. I still have to be at work in 5 hours and at class in 7. My brain knows this buy my body won't adjust.

I've been laying in bed ( Read more... )

So it's 1:30 in the morning and I can't sleep. I need to tell SOMEONE about what's in my head, but no one's awake right now (or, specifically, on facebook right now) that I can talk to. Which is part of the problem because I can't talk to him about this sort of stuff, even when he's awake.

But I'll get to that later.

It actually makes me feel like an ( Read more... )

So I was reading some stuff on writer's block and this came to my mind...it's inspired by
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