She had a short face and a Cheshire cat smile, with a little more teeth than the mind can comfortably conceive. Two deep dimples were set on either side of that impressive smile, crowded by it to occupy the very edges where her face angled.  The eyes were heavy-lidded and a bit tired, unsmiling, framed by metal-rimmed glasses.

She had a story.

Her ( Read more... )

What is it with fanfics and car crashes? I get the hurt/comfort thing. actually, i'm a hurt/comfort whore. but car crashes are both unoriginal and kind of messy. and by messy i mean unpretty and out of control and unheroic and just plain random.  fan fic writers write because they love the characters. why would you subject someone as crazily put ( Read more... )

1. What I couldn't remember before: Where in the name of domesticity and anglophilia did i come up with a dream with Tom Stoppard and shopping for furniture at IKEA (in, like, a real northern country. like norway or some shit with lots of cabin-y looking exposed wooden walls and some shit i don't know)?
is it my version of "driving in cars with boys ( Read more... )

1. Coconut trees make real shitty shades. Seriously ( Read more... )

packing, packing.
hopefully i will actually get to come back after the summer. we'll see tomorrow.
what have i done to my life?
i am not a together person. that is the kind of thing i can tell myself, that i am not a very together person.
it hurts to know that.