I rediscovered my livejournal today. Looking back over these entries makes me smile. How much has changed, yet still, how much is the same ( Read more... )

Your Element Is Fire
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Tonight has turned into tomorrow: it is 3:17 AM. The birds haven't started singing yet, but the taxis have stopped taking drunk people home from the bar via my street, so the air is unrent. I got up to listen to an online sermon. The night feels unholy, tonight, and I am trying to stave off my demons ( Read more... )

She was still a long time, looking out the train window. Uncultivated green oscillated too close to the tracks, sometimes smacking against the cars only to pull growing hands back as if scorched. The leaves looked all the same, all the same shape and size and all unending, and close. It was almost claustrophobic, and if I couldn't feel the ( Read more... )

What Your Hands Say About You
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In between shelves of books ( Read more... )

I realized tonight that I've been keeping this journal since I was seventeen. I have a post that recalls turning eighteen. I'm twenty now, almost twenty one: that's three years. So much has changed ( Read more... )

I feel a tingling in my fingertips, and my keyboard feels like magic. I want to write again, I really have a proper urge to write. Perhaps nothing more will come of said urge than this journal entry, but perhaps today will be the day I write something good ( Read more... )

Your Personality is Very Rare (INTP)
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Bookwise:

Jacob's Room
The Brothers Karamzov
Poetry by Eliot and Smith
The Fountainhead, Rynd
Words of My Roaring, Kroetsch

My goals so far, I'll be updating.