SAT.JAN.25.051:16PM
Out of all things to be so asinine about, he picks all things. His indecision is formidable enough to justify taking everything away from me. He's the kind of man who will have bacon, eggs, sausage, toast, hashbrowns and a bagel in one sitting. Except the things he is consuming, instead, are those small (though precious) bits of ( Read more... )

What poetic things can be said about eyes, your eyes, that haven't already been said? What similes may be used, what metaphors, and what natural phenomenons can I actually liken your eyes to without turning this wonder I feel into a routine bit of shamefully cliché love ( Read more... )

I'm feeling very languid. I feel like I'm on one of those theme park rides that spin so fast that I'm permanently affixed to the wall, with my head lolling about and I'm looking at the world and it's blurring by so fast that I can't but lift a single finger to jump right in and make it mine ( Read more... )

Who is more blind: the person who always gets what they want or the person who always takes what they can get? The person with standards based on aesthetics and can maintain those standards due to their own appearance, or the person who is routinely rejected by the aforementioned type and instead bases their attraction on intrinsic traits ( Read more... )

What kind of writer am I? What writers/books/etc does my writing remind you of?

I'm clueless, and I would really like to know.

But if you can't think of anything, then please comment with your favorite books/authors/writers and such.♥

...she does not like the way I present my bosom ( Read more... )

I don't even know where to begin with this thing. Perhaps at the...beginning? I have such wonderful logic ( Read more... )

SAT.JAN.15.053:11PMWe're already five years into the 2000s, yet we still have nothing to define us as a decade. The '50s were all rock n' roll verses conservatism, the '60s were revolutionary, and the '70s adapted that revolution into a subculture/fashion statement. The following ten years were in such bad taste that that aspect alone was enough to ( Read more... )

I've discovered something, you should know, and it's that pure form of prose...walking down these alleyways to a friends house to lend books to the young, and it's raining, and a branch shakes water down upon me and all I can think of is the respite of whorling black Bic ink on paper in the patterns of the words which cross my mind with beautiful ( Read more... )

My armpits smell like strawberry vanilla.