look at this. LOOK AT THIS.

look at hermaybe comprehension is a fucking illusion, but at least pretend to understand; sometimes it gets too fucking annoying trying to turn a trivial matter into a more urgent disappointment, although sometimes things can't be distraught for long periods of time [ gets moldy, i suppose, at least that's what they say ( Read more... )

i hate writing in these but sometimes it's the only thing i can do to keep myself sane. art doesn't always work; half the time it just makes me even more upset, which isn't good. [ damn you ] there was some kind of coherent thought in my head when i opened this up to vent in, but i'm too stupid to retain that thought for more than about thirty ( Read more... )

I'm going to post all of my writing in this entry from now on. I'll let you all know when I've updated via new entires. Just makes it less complicated. I'm too lazy to find all the italics and crap, so if you think something should be italicized or something, chances are... it is.

( Fuck The Family System 001 )

i love modest mouse and you should too.

In the day-by-day collision ( Read more... )

“Smoking’s bad for you, you know,” I said, playing the role of the obnoxious school brat he seemed to think I was ( Read more... )

The Zentharian glanced over his shoulder, eying the back door a couple seconds as he reloaded again. Smart; didn’t wait until his charger was empty before reloading, so he always had a full clip. The second he finished reloading, he jumped to his feet and ran right past me, kicked open the back door, and dashed to the right, disappearing outside ( Read more... )

oh. my. god.

DUH.

I woke up stiff and sore, with a very uncomfortable cramp in the middle of my spine. I was cold, hungry, and damp, and I had no fucking idea where I was. It was in the middle of the afternoon, judging by the position of the twin suns in the sky; they were almost overlapped. I stood up, grumbling and putting a hand to my aching forehead only to find ( Read more... )

work with me here. losing ideas as fast as i'm getting them. might as well write things down, though they hardly make sense as it is [ although when they DO, it's horrendously moronic, so i digress ]. so then there was something you told me, something that had to do with chains and drowning, and you interpreted it into a dream and now it's here, ( Read more... )