Wish I could change the past...

I'm seeing a lot of me...

I was - am - the second born son of the House of Black. My brother was two years my senior, and mostly a disappointment in our family’s eyes. Our mother never missed an opportunity to berate Sirius, using him as an example for me.

Of course, growing up, I always admired my brother. We were the youngest in our family, all of our cousins being older ( Read more... )

Yes, I have a cat. Her name is Calypso and she’s a calico.

I wouldn’t mind having another pet, although I don’t think I can, or would be allowed to get one. I live in someone else’s home and they’re not a fan of Calypso. She mostly stays locked in my room unless I’m home, in which case I let her out. Of course, I always make sure to keep an eye on ( Read more... )

in medias res

( into oblivion )

Well… I haven’t told somebody how I feel…

I haven’t done so because if I did, things would become exceedingly awkward. And I’d rather for things to stay the way they are then for them to change and perhaps lose a friend in the process.

The friend means a lot to me, and if the only way I can have them in my life is as a friend, then so be it. I enjoy ( Read more... )

No. Certainly not ( Read more... )

Put your iTunes collection on shuffle, and write down the first line of the first twenty songs. Post the poem that results. The first line of the twenty-first is the title.

Just an old friend coming over now to visit you

Let me know that I’ve done wrong
When I get to the bottom
To the wounded
The stars are underground
Crawling in my skin
I’m scratching ( Read more... )

I don’t understand motorcycles.

I mean, I have a hard enough time with cars. Just ask my landlord. I’m still sorry about that, Jack.

Why would you put yourself on a machine, device, contraption… whatever you want to call it, that can cause your death much more readily than something you could ride in, like a car? I just don’t see the draw. And a ( Read more... )

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