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I would like very much to go home. Back to Locust Valley. I leave tomorrow at 11pm...
I am the proud owner of a pair of crimson heels covered in crimson sequins.
Guess what my Halloween costume is... I bet you'll be wrong. -
Fascination with a fictional psychopath...
Saw Dark Knight. Heath Ledger was incredible. Even my dad said so. He played so many things, or rather played a psychopath who made fun of so many things. Made fun of friendship, of family, of love, of beauty, mocked everything. And that voice, that nasal voice that sounded almost real. And the first story he told about the scars, I wanted to pity ( Read more... ) -
Etre, ser, to be
I am a senior ( Read more... ) -
Best friends.
Best friends?
Really?
Can we be that? I'd love that.
A best friend. After such a short time. I'm sure I barely know her. Best friends come from years of familiarity, don't they, not months of appreciating each other's company.
Not that I'm complaining.
Best friends. -
I want to be a music teacher.
Dear Samantha ( Read more... ) -
What you didn't want to happen - it happened.
"I don't want you to get hurt."Well how do you like that, I got hurt. I am more hurt than if we'd had a brief fling, affair, relationship, whatever you want to call it, and then you'd had to leave. I think I would have been fine with that. I would have been fine with that. I probably would have gotten over you in those four weeks anyway. But now I' ( Read more... ) -
Faust, darling, what were you thinking?
Still depressed.
So here's a little fiction.
Inquest
by Samantha ChastainEverything was fine at first. We were mostly happy - anyway, not unhappy enough to care. He was charming, interesting, as he had been since the beginning of our relationship. He had the romantic, messy mind of a novelist, one of the reasons I married him. I suppose that ( Read more... ) -
Relay?
I really liked him. I really, really liked him. And Friday night was a good night, every bit of it. I enjoyed it. But the rest of the weekend was fraught with worry, anxiety, stupid giggly fits of nervousness. There's something to be said for hooking up at a cast party, no matter how awkward the next day is. Because at least you do have to see each ( Read more... )