(Despite the title, adverbs are our friends.)

Dear Diary,

It's been a long time.

Love, Me.

Dear You,

Don't stay away so long next time.

Love, Diary.

IF YOU DON'T WANT TO SEE
THE TRUTHS
THEN YOU DON'T GET TO SEE
THE TRUTHS

I have a few confessions to make. To myself and to others ( Read more... )

For the record, anyone who says a tattoo doesn’t hurt is lying. True, you eventually get to a point where you’re able to zone out the pain simply because you skin becomes numb from the constant sharp pricking, but that doesn’t mean it doesn’t hurt. And when the artist tells you not to move (after all how can he paint on a moving canvas) you try ( Read more... )

I find more and more that I have nothing to talk about. At least not to anybody reading this. Which means there's less and less reason for me to be so guarded with this journal. Please believe me when I say it's not arrogance. It's just a lack of interest. A re-directed type of thought. I have a computer in my room and a means to access the ( Read more... )

Just because I said I left, doesn't mean I did.

Why is it that so many people who are Pagan seem to think that requires them to be weird to an unnatural point? I mean, I understand that Paganism and such attract a different crowd, but that doesn't mean you have to talk like you're from the seventeenth century ( Read more... )

I think the things on the inside of me are getting a little messed up and I've developed this Midas-like touch. My fingertips are black when I touch them. Does it spread ( Read more... )

Get the idea?

...you know you want it, baby!