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I'm finding that I don't have a whole hell of a lot to say these days, and that's perfectly okay. i spent enough of my youth being perfectly verbose that it feels right to spend some time with quiet ( Read more... ) -
Call me Clark, Clark Kent
I think I feel the way that Superman did after he discovered Kryptonite. Like: "What the fuck!? My parents abandon me to, not even on, but to some fucking planet with no one like me, and then the only thing from my planet will kill me if I get close to it. On top of all of that I've gotta keep a secret identity or all those humans I'm trying to ( Read more... ) -
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a sketch.
his breath catches in his throat, heart racing, pounding, beating savagely against his ribs, he's sure that she can hear. he's sure that she can feel it's maniacal thumping attempts at escape from where her head rests. his soft solar plexus. he can, somehow, feel the air moving over his body, coming up as an electric chill from his ankles to his ( Read more... ) -
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I snuggled up to her last night, ready for some much needed z's and some good ol' spoonin' action, when I took in a deep breath through my nose. I was a little startled to find that her hair didn't smell like it usually did. "Honey," I started, matter-of-factly, "your hair smells like..." I racked my brain for the right word to describe this unique ( Read more... ) -
My class schedule:
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So I'm in sunny San Diego
...and southern california ia a strange fucking beast. I must say. The weather is quite nice, and I understand now why my grandparents wanted to retire here, very mild and pleasant. (Though if you ask me it's a little warm right now, summers would kill me here I'm sure ( Read more... )