I cannot use words anymore. GODDAMN IT.

I wrote a song, I will sing it to you if you ask me to:

bunny baby
love of my dreams
you're my sweet potato
let's make like fabric
softener and snuggle
won't you won't you
be my baked potato
love muffinnnnnnn.

Watching Pete & Pete ( Read more... )

in other news, I saw Star Trek and loved it. I want to marry Spock, and that actor is just not attractive in any other venue except when wearing those ears with those eyebrows. Goodness ( Read more... )

Today, I held my head, chin to chest, with my hands clasped behind it and my elbows weighing it down, and I thought, if I pulled hard enough, it would snap clean off.

I remember this time last year, when I was singing myself to sleep.

i don't know where you guys get off having time for NaNoWriMo! This is just another outlet for procrastination as I start my second paper of the night. How is it possible? Don't you have school? I'm so jealous and confused.

love,
Kate

I am not afraid ( Read more... )

I have little to nothing against men. I have three loving brothers, without whom I would not be the person I am today, an awkward, tactless father who possibly has Asbergers and/or ADHD, several doting uncles, some of my most trusted friends are male, and I love making out with men ( Read more... )

it'll make you feel better ( Read more... )

The first point I would like to address in this informal critique is the usage of absurd names in fantasy novels. This can be found in Harry Potter 7, case in point: "Albus Severus ( Read more... )