what we are made of ( Read more... )

infinite beauty, infinite sadness. every man i meet is so finite ( Read more... )

"untitled ( Read more... )

( Garden Party, pre-short hair )

Party Conversations
1. such ridiculous spasms ( Read more... )

this is going to be published in the school literary magazine. i thought for sure it'd be rejected. (since i was a reader on staff and thus, heard everyone's reaction to it: "neat, but it means nothing" etc). i also think it's convoluted, but there's nothing for it now ( Read more... )

here, the small god, the silhouette, the shaking hand and the way you say, i know you i know what you're about and i can't cut a straight line, i can't say no, can't stand with my knees weak that, with them constantly buckling under the please i love yous and the more more mores and i can't even understand how we got to be the people we are, when ( Read more... )

since, i've been non-action here (nonaction as far as posting, but only as far as poetry); it's because i'm action-girl somewhere else. which may or may not be interesting to any of you, as much of it is fangirl type stuff (esp. with hpott6 released) and so i just thought i would throw it out there, for the crowds and whatnot. i may fall into being ( Read more... )

every now and again i amuse myself beyond all belief. this is a conversation i had in another IM window, waiting for that person to return-- entirely improv. the spaces, where a line is skipped, that's where i deleted an away message. it's me in the silly. but beware! dirty limericks and such lie ahead.

pas mon coeur: hello.

pas mon coeur: be ( Read more... )

This is the story i wrote for my Intermediate Fiction Workshop. i got an A+ and the professor and i sat on a small brick wall under the shade afterwards and discussed my future. if i was staying here for the fall, i would take his graduate fiction class. but i'm going to london, even though i am still scared, still unsure-- but swallowing it all ( Read more... )