It's kind of old, but it's a classic.

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Harry Potter and the Deathly Hallows

My life is a fucking soap opera.

Another Study of Music poem that I just rediscovered.

I think it's called "It Pours"

Sparkling diamonds scatter across the floor

and lightly tap the ground.

Step outside

of your comfortable home

to surround yourself in the lingering fog.

Step out

from under

that protective guard.

And let the diamonds pierce your skin.

You can’t ( Read more... )

I don't know what would have happened if today wasn't a Tuesday. I guess it helps to have something you can look forward to when you're wavering a little bit. School was okzy until after Stats. I just needed to collect my thoughts alone for a while, and when I didn't get that, I was caught off guard. It's so hard to fight when you don't know what ( Read more... )

            “But I do mean it! I hate school!”

“No. I hate school. One of these days, you’ll understand.”

Oh, he understood now, but it was too late. He never told anyone. How could he have known? It didn’t seem serious at all. And people never listened to him anyway. They all thought he was the problem child. But if he ( Read more... )

I was looking through my old index cards, and I found two things. The first was a poem that I thought I'd lost. And the second was the beginning of an ode to mustard. Maybe it would have been better if I had lost that one.

Nadine Gordimer, at age 83, was assaulted in her own home. "The Moment Before the Gun Went Off" is still one of my favorite short stories. People are so cruel and stupid at the same time.

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I want.

:(

I'm sure he didn't mean for it to be as harsh as it sounded, but it was harsh nonetheless. And now I feel weak. It only takes a little wind to topple a tower of cards that's already on an unstable foundation.