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So, yeah. I am trying to keep writing every day in the vain delusion that it'll eventually get me somewhere - that I won't just drop it and run away like the time before (or the time before that). Today I am not in the mood for a) opening a new document in OpenOffice or b) writing any fiction whatsoever - my skin's a little too thin. So I'm going ( Read more... ) -
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Nobody said this would be easy, or painless, or fun. Regardless, Yuffie still curses under her breath at every living person that sent her merrily sleepwalking up this path. She kneels at the foot of the pagoda, bandana trailing in the dust.
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Today I passed by the Long Man of Wilmington. He's standing on the north-western face of a truly epic hill which dominates the landscape (from a train window, anyway) for about five minutes; but the Man himself is only visible for about one of those. The surrounding landscape is beautiful today, really. The sun's out & this is some supremely ( Read more... ) -
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Oh man. I can't, I just can't. There's bells clanging in my head, each bang and smash and clatter swings a fat slap of disgust (level ??? Death - please come quickly) at everything I do & say & am; no one is kind enough to tell me to stop in time to save face & hide before the inevitable humiliation. You're shit, the voice says: you have no true ( Read more... ) -
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...I totally just wrote an ff7 / boys from the blackstuff crossover au with AVALANCHE as renegade casual labourers & reno and rude as fraud investigators
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that au tho
Vincent's time for lighting candles is over. His mother's been dead long enough that these flickering little beacons cast no light, have lost all meaning; they cannot warm him. His time in Padua is short and he has unanswered questions ( Read more... ) -
time carry you
Time's a feather in here ( Read more... )