Hello, lovely Yuletide writer, are you as excited/terrified as I am? EXCELLENT. First off, I LOVE YOU. YOU ARE WRITING ME A STORY. HOW AWESOME ARE YOU. Secondly, I may be a bit drunk on coffee at the moment, so do forgive me.

stuff i love: Bittersweet stories. Bittersweet stories with happy endings but that still make your heart hurt a bit. People ( Read more... )

And now a meme, as I could definitely stand to post more often.

• If you’ve been tagged, you must write your answers in your own LJ and replace any question that you dislike with a new question.
• Tag eleven people. Don’t refuse to do that. Don’t tag who tagged you. --HA HA HA TOO BAD FOR YOU SURVEY ORIGINATOR; I AM A REBEL~
• I was tagged by: vega_ofthe_lyre's non- ( Read more... )

Being twenty is still something that gives me pause -- it reminds me of how I felt when we had just moved to this house, and certain things were in different places; when sitting at the computer I was in the same metaphysical place I had been before, but I would expect to look up and see a different room from the one I found myself in, and to be ( Read more... )

I am not entirely certain what I make of today being my last day as a teenager.

It's something I can never have again, you know? And while a lot of it was dreadful, and while I barely fit in with teenagers anyway, I'm reluctant to let it go. It's been part of me for so long, in a strange sort of way.

It is amusing to think that my thirteen-year-old ( Read more... )

A meme from vega_ofthe_lyre, in which I have never, ever been so long-winded before (well, okay, that is probably a lie; I am frequently long-winded).

part i.
Respond to this and i'll pick seven of your lj interests for you to explain in a new post.

( cut for loquaciousness. )

So, the relations are off home after quite a pleasant visit, and I'm cosied up at my desk with peppermint tea and NPR bringing me back to myself. I do hope that this being-misaligned is a thing I will eventually outgrow or mature past, as I did over the last few years with the crippling social anxiety that left me sick to my stomach with social ( Read more... )

Oh, internet, lately you are making me really sad.

It seems as though no matter where I may be roaming through the interwebs, I'm pleasantly enjoying myself until -- wham! -- suddenly I stumble over a spike of anti-Christian vitriol.

And then I just sit there and feel... not angry, or even very offended -- just really, really sad.

Yes, it bothers ( Read more... )

I've been largely cross today and keep forgetting it's Valentine's Day anyway (especially as I generally don't pay a lot of attention to said holiday anyway; the pink and the singing stuffed animals and materialism and nonsense grate me, I'm not particularly broody about a reminder of my single status -- occasionally wistful, but also aware that I ( Read more... )

The super fantastic barefoottomboy (who sent me a microphone which I have spent much of this afternoon testing out, as can be evidenced over on come_all_ye) suggested that I take pictures of some of my favourite things. I changed the prompt around a little to fifteen pictures of things that make me happy, and I now foist them upon you unsuspecting lot. (I have also done ( Read more... )

Just now it feels that the only thing my life's got for me is future, and I'm not in it yet. Trying not to daydream-project myself into Boston, the city of my heart, where I long to spend the next four years of my life, at least. There's a memory that comes back to me sometimes, stronger than most -- once it came over me for a brilliant handful of ( Read more... )