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The Things They Carried.
When we began, nothing, no one, could touch us. We were unstoppable. A siren couldn't have composed a more intoxicating melody than that with which our hearts kept rhythm. Laughter, sorrow, but exceedingly love was our common knowledge. Ours was a mysterious love to outsiders; we protected our treasure by riddling them with secrets. Both of us were ( Read more... ) -
Dango! Dango! Dango!
Ok, before I begin, let me just say that I am obsessed (I mean this to fullest extent of the definition) OBSESSED with all things Japanese/kawaii. Honestly, if I could have an entire house full of Hello Kitty and other kawaii Japanese stuff, my head would probably explode rainbows, pink bows, and sprinkles (Chris says that I can have my own room in ( Read more... ) -
A visit to Nonsensical
Here I am at after 7 AM, sitting in the guest room of my bf's house, chewing on my split ends, just contemplating. Contemplating what? Well, I suppose 'thinking' would suffice (you pretentious, asshole, don't try to 'gussy up' a simple concept), but that seems like such a basic word when I enter one of my various Other Worlds (WTF). No, I'm not ( Read more... ) -
Beginner?
Well, I'm not really a noob at journals. I've kept 3 throughout my life. But I am a beginner to this online-journal-new-fangled-bloggie-widget-thing. (Wait... I had a xanga. I think it's safe to say that doesn't count?) I read a couple of my friends' livejournals and it appealed to me -- sending my thoughts into an endless oblivion where thousands ( Read more... )