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loving inertia
Today is too hot and sticky; even the water from the kitchen sink tap is warm.
I find it so hard to get excited these days. (About work, having a conversation, etc.) Dealing with people drains me, especially in places where a certain standard has been set (why?) and everyone follows the same thing without ever knowing who started the unspoken rule ( Read more... ) -
disorderliness
I promised myself I should stop thinking of certain things a little too often. Things that...often get in the way of everything I am trying to hold together. Why does it happen when a life is thought to have been stablised that something paralysing wedges its way in ( Read more... ) -
hypromellose.
It must be the early-morning rush that survived in the blood. How else could I explain the streak that stayed at the edge of my lips for the entire day? It's not sufficient nor convincing, but the only sign of abnormality lay in that fact that I faced the computer screen at 6.05am, artificial light without the morning lights, before doubling back ( Read more... ) -
there is no reason.
Waiting for my post on i_am_the_of_lj to be formally moderator-approved. I applied for Blue van Meer; it is almost like an obsession, though I don't own her.
I do wish I was her genetic code sometimes; or at least the portion that would become part of her mind.
My PI for PW (are there so many acronyms lately? We're getting lazy.) is unstable. Why? The ideas I had ( Read more... ) -
It is a measurable feeling.
So she could like him, bits and pieces of a person when estranged from a distance yet she was closer than she ever imagined she would get.
It was unlike the other time, two years ago, when she was too silly in the head for an expedition. Now most of those things have changed. She felt wiser, and braver, like a perpetually-cringing girl with mousy- ( Read more... ) -
run, run, run.
You. How do you feel now, that the world searches for you while you are asleep, and while you are awake every living moment is a potential threat to this less-deserved freedom?
Do you know where to turn next, when your very shadow betrays you and even your inner circle might. Do the shadows that once pooled at the base of velvet curtains suddenly ( Read more... )
