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I tried to squirm away, scream, push him aside, but really I was clinging to him all the more closely. I couldn't see his eyes in the moonlight but I felt the intensity of his gaze, the attention and care and precision in teasing out the winding tendrils of my thoughts. Twigs snapped beneath us and the sound that leaked from my throat was a whimper ( Read more... ) -
soap
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oh em gee!
FINALLY I'M FIFTEEN I've been like totally waiting forever for this day like oh, my, god
P.S. Dear LJ users. The theme is too cute not to use. Sorry for the cute.
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"It's..."
"It's what?" he asked, with a smile that told me he knew precisely what I was about to say. But he asked nonetheless. Jerk!
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Daenerys is being put together slowly. I put a fresh install of Hardy-Gutsy-upgraded, actually, since I had so much trouble with the Hardy disk-and XP on there and I'm loving the cleanliness and speediness. She's inherited everything else from Felisin so we'll see if she runs into any hardware problems, but Dany will get piecewise upgrades over the ( Read more... ) -
my coworkers have brain damage
coworker #1: "get a dog so big that you can ride it"
me: "why don't i just get a horse"
coworker #1: "aren't there restrictions on what roads a horse can go on? dogs can just go on the sidewalk"
coworker #2: "it'd be pretty sweet, take your horse on the highway, go in the HOV lane"
coworker #1: "horses are slow, they're like one horse power"
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I've avoided it for a while but I can't avoid it forever. It's too good to tuck away. Hey, I handled Sigur rós alright. Album Leaf's We Once Were.
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Boulevard
"This is my sort of music," he muttered as he sat back. He glanced up from behind his glasses, his stunning blue eyes half-shy, half-resentful.
Tjú, tjú...
The walls, normally white, glowed like brushed gold in the midday sun. It was warm out; I had a warm drink in my hands. Yet I felt no warmth. His voice was icy like his eyes as he continued.
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問世間
問世間 情是何物
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It is done
There is much to write. Fonts of memory, both recent and distant, tease my thirsty sensibility; echoes of voices carried to my mind's ears, tantalisingly broken, waiting to be strung into sense. Yet as I sit at my keyboard, fingertips idly brushing against the nubs that remind me I have excellent typing posture, only three words come to mind.
So ( Read more... )