After so many sleepless nights, after countless conversations over coffee and cigarettes, I've finally done it.
I have made a journal over at Insane Journal : http://autumn-screams.insanejournal.com/

....and it's all the fault of all the amazing writers in Snarry_Games.

 
A writer (Arlad) once wrote these words:

Still, if you’re lucky, and stubborn, and just a bit daring, you might just find something that changes your world. Something that challenges you, makes you be the best you can be, makes your heart beat, and makes you laugh and cry and feel. If you’re really lucky, you’ll find something that makes ( Read more... )

Here it is again. Another goodbye while the leaves turn brown. Another dreary and cold morning of stilted conversations over coffee and croissants. Conversations made of started yet unfinished sentences and evasive answers. We both know that talking it over wont change a thing. What is done was done. No more looking forward, this is all about ( Read more... )

It called me. I heard it in the sudden gust of wind against my face. No words were necessary. I heard it clearly. The insistent calling made more obvious by the sudden silence. I stood still, just letting it wash over me, overwhelming me. I let it flowed through me, letting it push my senses to the very edge until all I hear is the pounding of my ( Read more... )

 
Then I felt it. The cool feeling of a delicate chain going around my right ankle. I started to lift my right hand to find out what it was when my fingers were suddenly entwined with his and my arm was being raised above my head and held there. I felt warm breath against my ear then a whispered “Don’t move. Just feel.” And I did.

He turned to me and asked, 
"So, should I take your silence as a yes?"

I looked him in the eye and said, 
"Silence is just silence. Nothing more and nothing less."

Then it hit. 
Waves upon waves of pain. 
Receding, 
Only to slam back down again.

Break the rules…break the fucking rules.

I hear these words being whispered in my ear…like wisps of smoke being blown by the wind. Ghostlike in their fragility, but undeniable in their reality.

I came back to myself in a snap. The biting cold making me aware of where and who I am. ..again.

It is becoming fucking heavy. This desire to break all ( Read more... )

There's nothing like warcraft. the strategy, the graphics and the sheer violence...fucking amazing.  

my face is my own, and so is my body.....you don't have the right to abuse it, nor to touch it, nor to even breathe it without my fucking permission. what you did not only made me uncomfortable, it also literally took my fucking happiness away. you stunk and you're a fucking idiot. I felt you looking at me and i may not be a mind-fucking-reader but ( Read more... )

A kiss is still a kiss. 
A meeting of the lips.
A buckling of the knees. 
A kiss is still a kiss.