[Patroclus was beginning to think that moving to New York had been the biggest mistake of this mortal life. Part of him wanted to scurry home, tail between his legs. Maybe he could join the army and be what he had always been: a soldier, given to following orders. (Maybe he sold himself short with that very thought ( Read more... )

I sprained my ankle. I'm not happy about it. I've got to rest it which sucks. I'm stuck at home. What makes it worse is that my mother's saying that it's my own fault for wearing six-inch stilettos.

(They did make my legs look amazing, though. Until my ankle swelled up to the size of a melon.)

I'm bored. Entertaaaaain me.

[filter; private]This all looks rather. Frightening, I suppose? It can't be terribly safe to talk so freely. Some people seem so friendly but I suppose I should be careful ( Read more... )

There's something alluring about a woman with a perfect suntan, smelling of that combination of the beach and cocoa butter, all dressed up and strutting down 5th Avenue like she owns the place. It brings a smile to my face every time. I think a trip to the beach is in order, perhaps ( Read more... )

[There had been a moment the week before where Hector considered flying up home to see his parents, but while his mother would have appreciated seeing him, there would've been little point. She didn't celebrate Canada's birthday like most did. Once, she'd even refused to cheers to it at dinner ( Read more... )

The last few days made it clear I should dedicate my life to God. No more selfishness, no more pretending, I have to do the right thing by Him.

I am not a blogger, so why do I have an account here?

This place seems to hold a vast collection of very different people, I wonder if we are all linked by a common interests. Seems most likely, otherwise why be here at all?

Introductions, really? Okay, I'll give.

HELLO, MY NAME IS ESTELLE. And I'm an addict. ♥ I've been in New York for a couple of years but I'm from Mi~a~mi. I know I know, how could I ever leave that beautiful place? Speaking of beautiful things, I have a beautiful boy who means the world to me, and I would give both arms for him if I had to. ( Read more... )

Blah blah life story blah blah name blah blah insert 'oh my religious figure' here ( Read more... )