hi. i saw your post in jr_nal, &.. this might seem odd, i'm not sure. i was wondering whether it would be okay if i added you? i read back a bit through your journal, & you seem like a beautiful person. my name is gail, & i am 19 & living in sydney, australia. my love for art has been waning of late & i'm desperately trying to revive it (maybe the key is not to try..?) in between madly studying psychology & recieving treatment for the same things i'm learning to cure. anyway, let me know if you'd like to be friends. ♥
Of course - you seem like such a sweet person; it would be wonderful to be friends. I do tend to disappear from LJ at random and sometimes a entry or comment will speak to me so much that it's hard to say anything in response, but I hope that won't seem like rudeness, or indifference. I am trying to break the habit. :P
:3 I'm glad the vision showed - and don't, lol. My writing is too messy to be of any functional use. XD I used to get in trouble all the time at school for being messy, haha.
i love the kids... there's something that hurts about your realization about the blonde gf... Idk what it is... but it makes me want to be her even more.
I feel like the moth. And that romatic interlude thing-a-majig on the opposite side made me blush. Which is wierd because I am not a prude at all.
still didn't post the photo layout - Friending my entries feels so wrong after all I've written. You either do it all the way, or you don't do it at all.
I know what you mean about Blondie; to me she just seems like she'd be more comfortable with herself and have the kind of confidence that'd come with that. It's attractive.
I feel like the moth.
That makes me think of being trapped in a killing jar. It's morbid of me, I'm sorry for it. :P Killing jars and a single-minded love for lights; the definition of a moth to me, lol.
a moth - ugly and with one sole purpose in life, although highly distractible with bright pretty lights and flames that usually end up burning in the end.
we have a cabin in WI that's many miles away from any towns or big cities and I remember as a child during the summer we would stay the night out there. We didn't have any electricity or running water. It was very rustic and old fashion (one room, fire pit, log cabin-esque). At night, we would burn kerosene lamps and propane lights and the moths would flutter against the windows. It was beautiful, and sad. In the morning, there would be tons of dead moths on the window ledges. :\
I think I just fell in love with how you describe that scene, and your definition, though it makes me sad that you feel like the moth after explaining that. ♥
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I will admit that I picked the pictures of the butterflies consciously - for their colours, mainly. :3 I do like the pretty colours.
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AND SO WOULD I. xD SO VERY MUCH.
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I feel like the moth. And that romatic interlude thing-a-majig on the opposite side made me blush. Which is wierd because I am not a prude at all.
still didn't post the photo layout - Friending my entries feels so wrong after all I've written. You either do it all the way, or you don't do it at all.
makes sense.
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I feel like the moth.
That makes me think of being trapped in a killing jar. It's morbid of me, I'm sorry for it. :P Killing jars and a single-minded love for lights; the definition of a moth to me, lol.
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we have a cabin in WI that's many miles away from any towns or big cities and I remember as a child during the summer we would stay the night out there. We didn't have any electricity or running water. It was very rustic and old fashion (one room, fire pit, log cabin-esque). At night, we would burn kerosene lamps and propane lights and the moths would flutter against the windows. It was beautiful, and sad. In the morning, there would be tons of dead moths on the window ledges. :\
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