Sort of but not really inspired by this post at we_are_cities and by Sufjan Stevens. A lot of Sufjan Stevens.

Original fiction. G. 692 words of self-indulgence.

Yet again, to justhush because she is every kind of amazing and I would trust her with my soul. Sugar-coating is only nice on my cupcakes.

Life MedleyPoem is by Saul Williams and can be found in the book ", ( Read more... )

Because I wouldn't be me if I didn't cry when the mother smiles down at her newborn child, and I wouldn't be me if I didn't yell at the characters on tv for doing everything wrong ( Read more... )

leave your fingerprints on the tape, and then we can watch life amidst the staticbecause i love you, i will leave ( Read more... )

in nobody's eyes but mine
sean/greta. G. 1111 words. (HA!)
In which...weird things happen? I don't know, they mainly walk around New York and kiss a lot.
warnings for: A WHOLE LOT OF SAP. my brain came out of my ears and nose. it has been reduced to mush.
beta'ed by Julia (hello_ilu). although she mostly just read it and flailed a little. WHICH, HEY, ( Read more... )

Contrast of white on white // Original fiction.
1261 words. G.
Contrast of white on white (v1.5) // Original fiction.
1261 words. G.
un-beta'd although the first part was thoroughly discussed with ( Read more... )

I basically searched "love" on my iTunes and am listening to the 245 tracks that came up. Originally 304, but I deleted an entire Babyshambles album, so.

Right. So. I wrote something, apparently. I'm kind of proud, actually. Took about and hour of actual writing and then just sporadic little whiles of fiddling with it and fixing all that was wrong ( Read more... )

Something for me, something for you. (Or both?) I want all of you to describe something for me in the comment. Not just any something, but a sunrise/dusk. Can be long, or just a line. In any for you want, it can be a dialogue, a simple orthodox description--go wild.

He enters a frenzy the second he puts the CD on the stereo player. Turning sexy into plain hilarious, he twirls and dances around me, hungry eyes and easy laughter tucked inside in favor of singing along to ABBA. The living room is a stage tonight, and my eyes are the spotlight, turned on him as he screams at the top of his lungs honey I’m still ( Read more... )

sean/greta, G. 445 words.

inspired by the may 10 09 prompt at we_are_cities. to bunniesontoast because i still owe her fic and to justhush for always telling me my writing is gorgeous.

it's seriously very random. nothing is mine.
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the music is my boygirlfriend meme stolen from softlyforgotten because im sneakysneaky ( Read more... )