Merry fucking Christmas. I'm happy.

"She wouldn't." I protested. "You don't have to ask her to know." He replied.

"But she would." He calmly added. I sighed.

Refer to 'the new binary.'

HAND IN HAND, YOU AND HER WILL ASCEND. SHE WOULD TURN HER BACK ON EVERYTHING AND EVERYONE, EVEN ME, FOR YOU. TENS OF THOUSANDS WILL.

DO WITH THIS WHAT YOU WILL. WE LOOK TO YOU.

-- Him, [?]

According to my father, if I switch to homeschooling, my aunt and great aunt up north won't pay for my college, or so says my mother. Yum ( Read more... )

I stared up at the ceiling for a long time. I sighed. "Where are you?" I called out. Closing my eyes, I heard the hushed whispers of small children in the room. No one child spoke out, but the answer was all too clear.

"Israel."

Next trip up there will be both in and for approximately three weeks. Mom is actually considering homeschooling but I need to get all of the details. I hope it's feasable. I'm debating whether I should go lay down and turn on some Thursday, or play Call of Duty ( Read more... )

When we are tired, we are attacked by ideas we conquered long ago.
-Nietzsche

When I woke up, I kept my eyes closed and gently ran my hands down the sides of her arms, then back up again. Brushing my lips against hers and delicately cupping her cheek with my hand felt so real. She leaned against me and when I opened my eyes, she was gone. I slid the comforter off and got out of bed, smiling softly.

Her big, beautiful blue eyes never cease to amaze me with their depth. The windows to her soul decorate the purest, most perfect thing I've ever known. This feeling and this commitment aren't going away ( Read more... )