tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-33608302335192491362024-03-05T03:37:18.298-06:00hoods were made to be worn.Unknownnoreply@blogger.comBlogger29125truetag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3360830233519249136.post-19542877408759695592011-09-10T10:24:00.001-05:002011-09-10T10:25:25.610-05:00Unknownnoreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3360830233519249136.post-40564452646121345302011-03-31T12:09:00.002-05:002011-03-31T12:09:54.859-05:00i take one, one, one 'cause you left me<em>and two, two, two for my family...</em><br /><br />Trippin, Slippin, Stumbletumblin chapter 22<br /><br /><a href="http://s833.photobucket.com/albums/zz253/yellowglue/?action=view&current=1299391976.jpg" target="_blank"><img src="http://i833.photobucket.com/albums/zz253/yellowglue/1299391976.jpg" border="0" alt="Photobucket"></a>Unknownnoreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3360830233519249136.post-12431793218454523772011-03-31T12:06:00.001-05:002011-03-31T12:08:26.355-05:00your world is my world<em>and your fight is my fight.</em><br /><br />Trippin chapter twelve :)<br /><br /><a href="http://s833.photobucket.com/albums/zz253/yellowglue/?action=view&current=1292216823.jpg" target="_blank"><img src="http://i833.photobucket.com/albums/zz253/yellowglue/1292216823.jpg" border="0" alt="Photobucket"></a>Unknownnoreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3360830233519249136.post-65917050941622581792011-02-14T01:00:00.001-06:002011-02-14T01:02:49.171-06:00you can take a taxi<i>i'ma rent a bike!!</i><br /><br />this<br /><br />just this :)<br /><br /><p><br /><br /><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEi7oC8qIWpIP0NwumHKQSvheEZC0YzqTinGJVJK-G8u7ExdKFhjxQTvcSxiFmi1WGUghXG9y3zzK5fZ28Yp0S41c0eBB6jT-Dz6B7zyzdiO-ZZOA6ti0C1tGp0cNwTIwk9HSIRvG1TEiRr_/s1600/littlestmermaid1.jpg"><img style="cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: undefinedpx; height: undefinedpx;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEi7oC8qIWpIP0NwumHKQSvheEZC0YzqTinGJVJK-G8u7ExdKFhjxQTvcSxiFmi1WGUghXG9y3zzK5fZ28Yp0S41c0eBB6jT-Dz6B7zyzdiO-ZZOA6ti0C1tGp0cNwTIwk9HSIRvG1TEiRr_/s400/littlestmermaid1.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5573437081829796338" /></a>Unknownnoreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3360830233519249136.post-89387586187768159572010-11-05T10:30:00.002-05:002010-11-05T10:34:43.621-05:00ticking raindrops upon my window pane...<em>you're texting too fast for me to reply, and never looking when you type T9...</em><br /><br /><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjpp0xWcv4Q3iCSES7AHkdY0Z5WTtGjfKtrrnWyIdFIPSPvxJiMjH967inFB4eRmcbCy3P76nbIqVeGBChW2baW5OubZOGj2AkPCxpASZPp5ZtgmtwsCtMpYvzl8pOP9UgB_euD2CnQgovq/s1600/trippinch7.jpg"><img style="cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: undefinedpx; height: undefinedpx;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjpp0xWcv4Q3iCSES7AHkdY0Z5WTtGjfKtrrnWyIdFIPSPvxJiMjH967inFB4eRmcbCy3P76nbIqVeGBChW2baW5OubZOGj2AkPCxpASZPp5ZtgmtwsCtMpYvzl8pOP9UgB_euD2CnQgovq/s400/trippinch7.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5536089434775103746" /></a><br /><br /><em> all this love, that you're keeping... and me i've got a crush.</em>Unknownnoreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3360830233519249136.post-48834809287727014572010-11-01T12:20:00.002-05:002010-11-01T12:21:12.022-05:00oh well, whatever<em>nevermind..</em><br /><br />chapter six imagery :)<br /><br /><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgmrlscfCCltHypvp4MVtYb4VmudSLuf_Z0oVj2Ci2MCF_XoUjAcWTlKm-A6v8zIOfX-q2Uc6xLJLpoIVc71s5LWXTDM9cdN0fi6t-8H3ydQfPPqZzOSleiiJg0nLx5E-n99zP51UVir8yW/s1600/trippinbanner6.jpg"><img style="cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: undefinedpx; height: undefinedpx;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgmrlscfCCltHypvp4MVtYb4VmudSLuf_Z0oVj2Ci2MCF_XoUjAcWTlKm-A6v8zIOfX-q2Uc6xLJLpoIVc71s5LWXTDM9cdN0fi6t-8H3ydQfPPqZzOSleiiJg0nLx5E-n99zP51UVir8yW/s400/trippinbanner6.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5534632553904016930" /></a>Unknownnoreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3360830233519249136.post-10830296638810093072010-10-22T13:50:00.001-05:002010-10-22T13:52:51.555-05:00all the other kids with the pumped up kicks<em>you'd better run, better run, outrun my gun. all the other kids with the pumped up kicks you'd better run, better run, faster than my bullet.</em><br /><br />chapter five imagery<br /><br /><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgTvdtUnVagj-HEbWLcMA-BG8DGK60jcxDqzJolT1bQ2cdLFn-ntFy1hBPfq8z04zxGsYUCDi93MZLv_MoOnOiIHb5A_A5os5ej-yiswzafelq4TjfnJj_8KrNb1C8d6f_uZRUbtqEJd-Jc/s1600/TrippinChapter4.jpg"><img style="cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: undefinedpx; height: undefinedpx;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgTvdtUnVagj-HEbWLcMA-BG8DGK60jcxDqzJolT1bQ2cdLFn-ntFy1hBPfq8z04zxGsYUCDi93MZLv_MoOnOiIHb5A_A5os5ej-yiswzafelq4TjfnJj_8KrNb1C8d6f_uZRUbtqEJd-Jc/s400/TrippinChapter4.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5530945276900125378" /></a>Unknownnoreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3360830233519249136.post-73879104821429864682010-10-15T14:57:00.002-05:002010-10-15T15:04:27.129-05:00i've been up<em>but mostly down...</em><br /><br />chapter four imagery:<br /><br /><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEg1UmuDl7J2tR4mOqhCdPPzIkUItky2eTmyNIC39C0YUEDpivGsH8CsXuU2Vfl_dMdkW1RY7QhEyFwOxPLJ_nN0UKthkPcGDY5Bj-oO9b76yY9si4zxrdnNCoCWQ0tyOvH8hyLXvfUe58M5/s1600/four.jpg"><img style="cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 387px; height: 338px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEg1UmuDl7J2tR4mOqhCdPPzIkUItky2eTmyNIC39C0YUEDpivGsH8CsXuU2Vfl_dMdkW1RY7QhEyFwOxPLJ_nN0UKthkPcGDY5Bj-oO9b76yY9si4zxrdnNCoCWQ0tyOvH8hyLXvfUe58M5/s400/four.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5528364488689395938" /></a>Unknownnoreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3360830233519249136.post-25683399321610060402010-10-13T16:19:00.002-05:002010-10-13T16:31:59.319-05:00i've been waiting.<em>i've been waiting for this moment all my life. but it's not quite right... </em><br /><br />i want the prince back.<br /><br />i want him here. i want to be able to call him up and see him in twentysomething minutes again. <br /><br />it's fall and there's leaves falling and i feel to low to even stand.<br /><br />the bruise on my elbow is almost completely gone, and then what's left? <br /><br />mix cds and cell phone pictures.<br /><br />it's not enough.<br /><br />those mixes are stale and i miss your touch. hidden in the dark. communication with our hands, we let our fingers do the talking...<br /><br />fall used to be my favorite. fall has always been my favorite. i love the sound of leaves crunching and i love when they hit my face on the softfalldown. i love the way the sun shines through the trees they're dying away from. i love the crispcold in the air and the need for hoodies and scarves again. i love that night starts to come sooner and how morning comes later and all the golden hours that are so barely there inbetween.<br /><br />and i looked up at the sky today and i should have fucking loved it. like i always have.<br /><br />my left hand just feels so empty.<br /><br />i can handle losing a lover - that's fine. i can build that bridge with bricks and get over that shit. i can get over the loss of erotic nearness. i can learn with time, not to miss the kisses.<br /><br />but i miss my <strong>friend</strong>.<br /><br />and when i looked up at the sky today and crunched yellowgold under my shoes, all i wanted was to go back home and hide under the covers and sleep for days.<br /><br />and days.<br /><br />and days.Unknownnoreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3360830233519249136.post-58595886366083488732010-10-10T08:27:00.001-05:002010-10-10T08:28:55.443-05:00haven't you people ever heard ofclosing the god damned door?<br /><br />chapter three imagery :)<br /><br /><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEi8-Bu0WIk-WcScYiiNkg4EAQHpZeLMsAbKL3ZnmNRX3K00GkIP_MJUoFhov_z18q99ofZbK6GqBjC4VdetO9cpDLKXnp7GSTz4_AwAGPYsHySM3vM1boLIaCqwzr46hGYahrrs-LZlGBVX/s1600/TrippinChapter3.jpg"><img style="cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: undefinedpx; height: undefinedpx;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEi8-Bu0WIk-WcScYiiNkg4EAQHpZeLMsAbKL3ZnmNRX3K00GkIP_MJUoFhov_z18q99ofZbK6GqBjC4VdetO9cpDLKXnp7GSTz4_AwAGPYsHySM3vM1boLIaCqwzr46hGYahrrs-LZlGBVX/s400/TrippinChapter3.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5526408805777711570" /></a>Unknownnoreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3360830233519249136.post-7072226581577456232010-10-01T12:41:00.002-05:002010-10-01T12:46:04.604-05:00i know you try<em> you fly, straight into my heart... </em><br /><br />chapter two imagery :)<br /><br /><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEj3sgork_5WAplrgmyyZyhLPhJQsHe5JI6qvqvnbvIvbFgPPTsM1B4GRwRmHR0sZaySdUzdro4IsdsUR6zzJxP4Uqs6-3OIwWs7SEby5xthaSLh64wEwHvvpd9qLqA59iboLT1O8TuRMjqF/s1600/Trippinchapter2.jpg"><img style="cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 266px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEj3sgork_5WAplrgmyyZyhLPhJQsHe5JI6qvqvnbvIvbFgPPTsM1B4GRwRmHR0sZaySdUzdro4IsdsUR6zzJxP4Uqs6-3OIwWs7SEby5xthaSLh64wEwHvvpd9qLqA59iboLT1O8TuRMjqF/s400/Trippinchapter2.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5523135331690040194" /></a>Unknownnoreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3360830233519249136.post-57061471838903548472010-09-26T16:32:00.003-05:002010-10-01T12:37:37.607-05:00he makes you miss him<em>more than home. <br />you love him. you love him, more than this.</em><br /><br /><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjG3oF7dd45cPDnKQadCC89r9rWMKDvszakQak7t_OqIodkdfYJ9kHprBq-Rh1C4mFnw-8SfkNvwGn0qiqVTPbv19bEFdytvnb7z3-F1E58Je7OyPQoze2VReoy1xg45-S_0OdTJj8NS91v/s1600/TSSofficialbanner.jpg"><img style="cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 216px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjG3oF7dd45cPDnKQadCC89r9rWMKDvszakQak7t_OqIodkdfYJ9kHprBq-Rh1C4mFnw-8SfkNvwGn0qiqVTPbv19bEFdytvnb7z3-F1E58Je7OyPQoze2VReoy1xg45-S_0OdTJj8NS91v/s400/TSSofficialbanner.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5523133145406463170" /></a><br /><br />http://www.fanfiction.net/s/6354427/1/Unknownnoreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3360830233519249136.post-89103934652681185092010-09-21T12:24:00.006-05:002010-09-21T13:10:11.668-05:00is it cruel to be kind not to speak my mind and to lie to you...<em>rather than hurt you?<br />well i'll confess all of my sins after several large gins, but still ill hide from you, hide whats<br />inside from you...</em><br /><br />Trippin, Slippin, Stumbletumblin<br />chapter I <br />teaser<br /><br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://i833.photobucket.com/albums/zz253/yellowglue/1285090533.jpg"><img style="cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 500px; height: 331px;" src="http://i833.photobucket.com/albums/zz253/yellowglue/1285090533.jpg" border="0" alt="" /></a><br /><br />also, the supersweet JB30 has started a thread over at twilighted if youre interested :) I'm loving it, and her for it.<br /><br />http://www.twilighted.net/forum/viewtopic.php?f=33&t=12299&p=1114850#p1114850Unknownnoreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3360830233519249136.post-12135410992195229792010-09-10T14:08:00.002-05:002010-09-10T14:17:22.563-05:00scars they cut into you, blisters rose coloured hue...<em> m'aidez, we're going down. follow me once around. these mescaline memories are morose. your kerosine company is comatose... </em><br /><br />whatever happened to vendetta red, anyways?<br /><br />that is all.<br /><br />happy friday :)Unknownnoreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3360830233519249136.post-55494808687338231552010-08-31T13:12:00.004-05:002010-08-31T13:15:45.377-05:00you came to take us<em>all things go, all things go.</em><br /><br />i wonder how many tiems i've let who<br />i think <br />i am<br />hold me back.<br /><br />"i'm not that kind of girl-"<br />"truth is important-"<br />"i don't do those things anymore-"<br /><br />but i have been.<br />and sometimes it's not.<br />and sometimes i still do.<br /><br />roll out the red carpet:<br />i am fickle, fly-by-night royalty<br />masochistic, mad-cap, malignant blue blood<br />and even Machiavelli coudln't touch this.<br /><br />and so i know now, exactly how many times i've let who<br />i think<br />i am<br />break me all apart<br />"don't talk-"<br />"just cut it up-"<br />"give me my share-"<br /><br />but please do.<br />please.<br />please.<br /><br />roll out the Soviet tanks:<br />i am ruttish, Rococo, rock-candy treason<br />a dainty, dripping, die-hard enemy of the state<br />and fit for no Prince, at no point in time.Unknownnoreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3360830233519249136.post-16803358656343128742010-08-11T14:39:00.003-05:002010-08-11T14:51:52.512-05:00life is so unnerving<em>for a servant who's not serving...</em><br /><br />so, So, SO tired of the hot hot heat here. i'm ready for fall. and layers. and scarves again. <br /><br />the prince leaves in the fall though. that... sucks.<br /><br />fall is my favorite. the smell of October. the sound of leaves under my feet. the sound of leaves scuttling across the streets. that crispness. those golden afternoons.<br /><br />you can move somewhere where it's spring-ish, or winter-ish, or summer-ish all the time... but not where it's autumn year 'round. things can't constantly be hurrying to death i suppose.<br /><br />(hmmmm...)<br /><br />i had a breakthrough like none-other with Trippin today, while i was at work. random. and wonderful. <br /><br />i also added to my non-ff-fiction-plot-bunny-notebook. which may be even more wonderful. i've been waiting for this one a long, long time. i can write my own truth and call it fiction, right? <br /><br />truth. oh, the truth.<br /><br /><em>(i'm not whole without a soul to wait upon.)</em>Unknownnoreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3360830233519249136.post-16128999868583774282010-07-27T15:57:00.003-05:002010-07-27T15:59:20.520-05:00trippin, slippin, stumbletumblinthis, just this :)<br /><br /><a href="http://i833.photobucket.com/albums/zz253/yellowglue/trippintrailer.jpg"><img style="float:left; margin:0 10px 10px 0;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 500px; height: 271px;" src="http://i833.photobucket.com/albums/zz253/yellowglue/trippintrailer.jpg" border="0" alt="" /></a>Unknownnoreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3360830233519249136.post-16581524384470243552010-07-23T10:17:00.005-05:002010-07-23T10:21:50.651-05:00my love for you is better than diamonds<em>to you, everything i bestow...</em><br /><br />today <br />is<br />BEAUTIFUL!!!<br /><br />also, just the quickest of posts before i'm off to love the sunshine:<br /><br />this: <a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEidLID-BKDgAC1tZ0J54GybUwtt-FZSN-s4XAjrTATkTFH7Cn_jepJx80RWAIF7zQRYNhG6diHrcWvWe-EUTsqgywf7dsVnrUl24zyaFVglCyc7O7_EXWUSpqmHExmu2vyzA0JearpeswUX/s1600/dgznx68k_72gd5g32hj_b.jpg"><img style="float:left; margin:0 10px 10px 0;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 251px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEidLID-BKDgAC1tZ0J54GybUwtt-FZSN-s4XAjrTATkTFH7Cn_jepJx80RWAIF7zQRYNhG6diHrcWvWe-EUTsqgywf7dsVnrUl24zyaFVglCyc7O7_EXWUSpqmHExmu2vyzA0JearpeswUX/s400/dgznx68k_72gd5g32hj_b.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5497121709841621650" /></a><br /><br />just posted here: http://www.fanfiction.net/s/6169009/1/<br /><br />a love triangle of different angles.Unknownnoreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3360830233519249136.post-26042384421268618212010-07-19T13:46:00.004-05:002010-07-19T13:58:45.225-05:00and i cannot guess what we'll discover<em>when we turn the dirt with our palms cupped like shovels. but I know our filthy hands can wash one another’s, and not one speck will remain...</em><br /><br />i like holding hands in the dark.<br /><br />palm pressed to palm.<br /><br />down between our sides, no one can see<br /><br />no one knows but us.<br /><br />no one knows<br /><br />but <br /><br />us.<br /><br />and you could hold my hand like that for days, and it still wouldn't be enough. <br /><br />you talk with your hands like we do, forever, and ever and i'd never have to miss you...<br /><br />i made so many wishes on so many stars this weekend. that's one bonus to that small little town, in the middle of nowhere, surrounded by dark. all those stars. the stars don't shine like that here.<br /><br />oh what a world, what a world, we live in such a wonderful world.<br /><br /><em>a melody softly soaring through my atmosphere...</em>Unknownnoreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3360830233519249136.post-35508499451139812262010-07-15T15:41:00.009-05:002010-07-19T20:40:26.413-05:00is your bed made?<em>is your sweater on?</em><br /><br /><strong>25 IS GREAT SO FAR :)</strong><br /><br />amongst many great things (many great things, and places, and times, and people) i received a package in my email box that i want to share. because i can't not. because it's AMAZING. <3333<br /><br />links can be found over there on the right :)<br /><br />i was only allowed by blogspot to make 10 pages, and since there were 12 gifts in the giftbox, i've used betti's lyrics in a side bar. and have placed maylin's story along the bottom - which also means i get to look at that image and think of that beautiful scene, as often as i'd like. which is... a LOT.<br /><br />i love them ALL and am so so sooooo thankful to ALL OF YOU!<br /><br />the cupcakes and crossbones, the visuals and all the sweet words, the cd, DARK PPSSESSION CHAPTER 8!!, the goodies, the lavenderpurple scarf i'm wearing to work today, the awesome o/s still to come, <br /><br />And this!!! <a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://i833.photobucket.com/albums/zz253/yellowglue/1279589881.jpg"><img style="float:left; margin:0 10px 10px 0;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 665px; height: 321px;" src="http://i833.photobucket.com/albums/zz253/yellowglue/1279589881.jpg" border="0" alt="" /></a><br /><br /><br />so so so much love. thank you guys. i love you.Unknownnoreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3360830233519249136.post-43374193330145085092010-07-12T12:19:00.004-05:002010-07-13T16:29:24.965-05:00fuck you kitty<em>you're gonna spend the night</em><br /><br />back from the weekend time-away and i'm sunburned so pink it HURTS!!<br /><br />my brother has lost it. like, no longer swims at the deep end of the pool, lost it. <br /><br />i haven't cried about it yet. i feel like it's coming. like i <em>feel</em> the need/drive/want/instinct to mourn him. like things are never going to be the same. like he's never going to be David again. <br /><br />but i can't.<br /><br />because when i think about it, i just get so angry.<br /><br />people around me go crazy. consistently.<br /><br />suck.<br />___________________________<br /><br />in other news ~ <br /><br />i'm glad to be back home again, i missed ziggy terribly!! it's good to be back on my own bed, cuddling with the little buffalo <3<br /><br />and i have today off and get to spend the entire time lounging in the a.c., annointing myself with aloe vera, and working on my OJward entry. i forgot how much fun PWPs can be to write! fun just for the sake of dirty, dirty fun :)<br /><br />teaser: <a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://i833.photobucket.com/albums/zz253/yellowglue/1279056250.jpg"><img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 560px; height: 274px;" src="http://i833.photobucket.com/albums/zz253/yellowglue/1279056250.jpg" border="0" alt="" /></a>Unknownnoreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3360830233519249136.post-68730273490594047442010-06-15T16:53:00.003-05:002010-06-15T17:12:02.789-05:00the dream of love is a two hearted dreami've been out all day with probably my favoritest person in the world, my gramms. wonderful lunch, wonderful company.<br /><br />at the library now to upload some teasers. i can't wait to finish chapter nine of RLT so i can start this:<br /><br /><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjYVMIEp4PhSFe0AA7sqjmT612e760W_XfD0o236Y75NPR7vMMwsPG-xxqsFxjmHHx2I9fUBoO4MbMpL6wEMdp7Q5Z3fU4SL8Lj91O-CpZfMzVW0bWdMZ3bTI5TWSTK0ypkQe6A3cwFJPSX/s1600/banner1.jpg"><img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 286px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjYVMIEp4PhSFe0AA7sqjmT612e760W_XfD0o236Y75NPR7vMMwsPG-xxqsFxjmHHx2I9fUBoO4MbMpL6wEMdp7Q5Z3fU4SL8Lj91O-CpZfMzVW0bWdMZ3bTI5TWSTK0ypkQe6A3cwFJPSX/s400/banner1.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5483123644296351778" /></a><br /><br />yeah, pretty excited to get to work on it :)<br /><br />also, working hard on the Obsession Contest entry:<br /><br /><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhDR2tBl5ZVP_bgmdOL2vBDN3XaWCoa5Z1O7Nc1rjZ_Y-MhQcepawatTaNHbSLyXTY-Ojln5kGwmjDBO8UeaMKycgNtUK9pqcwaYmsr1VyFDOc5o7Dxffvthm0Q2JbmtVL99HLJfI1MK8YG/s1600/bammer2.jpg"><img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 266px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhDR2tBl5ZVP_bgmdOL2vBDN3XaWCoa5Z1O7Nc1rjZ_Y-MhQcepawatTaNHbSLyXTY-Ojln5kGwmjDBO8UeaMKycgNtUK9pqcwaYmsr1VyFDOc5o7Dxffvthm0Q2JbmtVL99HLJfI1MK8YG/s400/bammer2.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5483126565472172034" /></a><br /><br />la vie, c'est si bon <3 <3Unknownnoreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3360830233519249136.post-25903606681139444642010-04-14T02:56:00.004-05:002010-04-14T03:16:26.215-05:00lovesick teenagers don't diethey will live forever<br /><br /> it's 2:48 in the morning. my wine is all gone and i'm still under 2k in chapter 7 of Rose Like Thunder. <br /><br />so, to continue distracting myself, i've come here to post a link to a gift that someone wrote just for me. <br /><br />i sort of fell into like with this girl when i read one of her one shots a while back. Amelie Gray. we've made friendly since then and she is so full up with potential it makes me envious and giddy at the same time. she's prolific with short pieces, has one lengthy chapter piece completed and is in the middle of two others, my favorite of those two being a gift-fic she's working on for me :)<br /><br /><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgc5inpeFAjnWSeZHKP9NX_168KkruUK02lFocjAMeuiv5IyvEj_Uu4rvjmsFCMSzsNShByinVb1KSPo5O3nVn22ZVgCFf2tB_MBLKcqwLpnkOuquAGmMm6WOg2Zl2A8jS963FoR4zG7ODz/s1600/Seventh5.jpg"><img style="float:left; margin:0 10px 10px 0;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: undefinedpx; height: undefinedpx;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgc5inpeFAjnWSeZHKP9NX_168KkruUK02lFocjAMeuiv5IyvEj_Uu4rvjmsFCMSzsNShByinVb1KSPo5O3nVn22ZVgCFf2tB_MBLKcqwLpnkOuquAGmMm6WOg2Zl2A8jS963FoR4zG7ODz/s400/Seventh5.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5459901076143534082" /></a><br /><br />Beyond the Seventh Circle ~ it's a mystery that i am loving. it's only up to chapter three and already she's got edward trapped (totally) and a silent bella that i'm pretty sure communicates in sign language. <br /><br />i am in love with this girl's imagination. seriously, i want to make out with it. <br /><br />the chapters are fairly short, with very tell-tale and to the point details that i both savor and appreciate. <br /><br /><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEg7OqVgZr58rKRE0EXG01gOcPutUoi-sFtAiuYPlOI2YoUq1903nh8LyQExk_u8N-rwTyTV2DfKPU71eh2dmPJGJhVHq_Migpm7TjdWJBGQgohbSFbE9jWI6CeIfHTEG7bxsqy9EiTCITxr/s1600/Seventh4.jpg"><img style="float:left; margin:0 10px 10px 0;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: undefinedpx; height: undefinedpx;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEg7OqVgZr58rKRE0EXG01gOcPutUoi-sFtAiuYPlOI2YoUq1903nh8LyQExk_u8N-rwTyTV2DfKPU71eh2dmPJGJhVHq_Migpm7TjdWJBGQgohbSFbE9jWI6CeIfHTEG7bxsqy9EiTCITxr/s400/Seventh4.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5459903845311352162" /></a><br /><br /><br />she let me pick out the first sentence: <br />He looked down and watched as her toes curled nervously in their rainbow-striped socks, and he knew right away he shouldn't trust her.<br /><br />give it a read, it will captivate you :)<br />http://www.fanfiction.net/s/5852805/1/Beyond_the_Seventh_CircleUnknownnoreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3360830233519249136.post-47934799170107738182010-04-01T11:27:00.002-05:002010-04-01T11:39:40.449-05:00pussy pussy pussy marijuana<em>if you start looking around you, you know there's no pretending; 'cause how you twist and bend it, she's the perfect tout...</em><br /><br />i am so glad that the sunshine is finally here.<br /><br />i have trouble sometimes. i'll have this thought that i think is a memory, but the more i think on it, i can't remember if it actually happened or if i dreamed it happening - like i'm remembering a piece of a dream. and sometimes i dream things that i could swear actually happened, but when i try to piece them together logically, like to an actual time and place, i can't. <br /><br />i know that the brain burries things it cannot face. but if they're pieces of who i am, shouldn't i have access to them? <br /><br />i want to be protected, but i want so much to know the truth. <br /><br />and having both is impossible. <br /><br />and i don't do so well with impossible. <br /><br />i believe so strongly that anything is possible.<br /><br />my mom, she raised me with stuff like: "don't let anyone break your spirit!"<br /><br />and i love her for this.<br /><br />but this has instilled and ingrained in me the that my spirit is in fact, breakable.<br /><br />and has since, been broken. <br /><br />(boo hoo emofag, get over it)<br /><br />not that i want to procreate, ever,<br /><br />but if i ever had a child,<br /><br />i would raise her with "your spirit, is UNBREAKABLE."<br /><br />________<br /><br />on a guilty pleasure side note; i finally posted my black balloon contest entries:<br /><br />part one: Saints who Died as Children<br />http://www.fanfiction.net/s/5854566/1/Saints_who_Died_as_Children<br /><br />and part two: Now I Lay Me down to Sleep<br />http://www.fanfiction.net/s/5854571/1/Now_I_Lay_Me_down_to_Sleep<br /><br />and RLT chapter 6 will be up soon soon :)Unknownnoreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3360830233519249136.post-44672277718710546112010-03-01T14:53:00.002-06:002010-03-01T14:57:49.679-06:00fucking well come and find me, i'll be waiting<em>with a gun and a pack of sandwiches.</em><br /><br />so i went to get drinks with this guy today after work - yes it was only eleven am, yes, i drink booze sometimes before noon. <br /><br />grown man in white tennis shoes = fail<br />having to pay for my own drinks (i only had two, jeeze) = fail<br /><br />white tennis shoes. i just absolutely cannot get over it. you are a grown man. put real shoes on.Unknownnoreply@blogger.com1