seriously if you put my in a locked room with her and a sharp object I would quite literally stab her to fucking death 3 times and hack her dead corpse into chunks no bigger than my fist. and she'd still be a fucking bitch

I was an unusual child in that I never really had posters on my walls. I remember having a band of "jungle" wallpaper at eye height when I was four, there being an episode of pink, then purple before the dark blue that dominates today. I used to dream vividly, and draw floor plans of the various castles, treehouses and so forth, and I put them on ( Read more... )

( My jeans are filthy )

these days, i am swinging between two extremes ( Read more... )

Beyond the gate the world shrinks.

It's only you, the river flowing silently
on, And the damp grass
beneath your sandalled feet.

Dying leaves cross your path but do not
stop to say hello,

So take a seat and wonder
Where did the summer go?
26.9.11

The wind whistled through her dark hair as she stood perched on the high crag. She lifted her face towards the sun as a handful of leaves brushed past her. Her bare toes gripped the ridge of stone as she leant into the wind, balance perfect.

Two specks caught her eye, high above and heading west towards the late afternoon sun.

The sound of a horse ( Read more... )

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I find that given the choice between hobbyish activity and idleness, idleness comes out on top. I haven't done half the things I set out to do this summer.

( Still Alive... )

Did you miss me?

( Life in general )

sitting in the dark not doing work, or anything useful.
I need a distraction, before I start tearing my hair out about all the little things that are getting me down.

no, they are not up for discussion.

time to go and make some dinner I think.
Xi