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formerly known as serenityrages
Okay, for about twenty seconds I thought about making this a secret journal. Which is kind of stupid, as it is on cyberspace and all.
Add me up. I'm a picky bitch, but you might get lucky.
More info in the userinfo, but of course.
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needs more boys
Flist, I feel like I can tell you that this week is one of those awful, overly-hormonal weeks where I have nice and vaguely entertaining dreams about ( Read more... ) -
when i was a flower growing wild and free
Ten years ago, I was nine and in the fourth grade, and I was going blind. The world was growing blurrier everyday, colors starting to mix together and letters becoming harder and harder to read ( Read more... ) -
farfalla
You are my only hideaway, you make my world seem bigger.
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(If only, if only, said the moon to the sun.)
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Sometimes I wish I could bleach my brain. -
so.
When I was eight years old, I thought, "I am certain I can conquer my state of not being able to fly." I felt flight in my bones. I felt my bones becoming hollow and marrowless, becoming readied for the great blue beyond, and so I climbed to the top of our barn. The wind was mild. I made my way over to the edge of the barn's peaked roof. I looked. ( Read more... ) -
story: Chimaera
I wrote something. Again. I wrote something LONG. I have to STAY AWAY from the computer, but then how about my requirements? And oh my I bought two new books, they should really STOP having those sales in Dela Costa. I have no money now. And I still have like, fifteen more books I could buy. :(( Anyway. The thing I wrote is not particularly funny ( Read more... )
