8/28/2011 8:21:36 AM
New haircut.. ^^Posted in: General Chat
8/18/2011 11:55:57 AM
Posted in: General Chat
Correction: Pastafarianism is a joke. I am actually an agnostic atheist, meaning I lack a belief in god(s), but I know that there is no possible way to tell either way, and I'd like to leave it at that. http://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Pastafarianism
Anyway, to make this post more relevant to the topic, here's me with wet hair.
Took that five minutes before I left for school like a bawss.
8/17/2011 10:53:06 PM
My sophomore year we were doing a poetry unit in English, and I decided I should probably put them somewhere to catalog them online. You don't have to read, but I personally think they're pretty good. Anyway, here you go, enjoy.Posted in: Writing and Fanfiction
One window is all I need
To see what the world will become
An advanced, polluted earth
Filled with the hypocrites
That I warned them all about
To see the lies they told me
To see all that I once had
Crumble before me into rubble
One window is all I need
To see the world change
As rapid as a gazelle may run
And as dynamically as a kangaroo may jump
I only need one window
To see what they have told me
Will not happen, but it is inevitable
It is coming to an end
And all I will have left
Is my single window
Through which I can see these things
Insane wind and rain
Thunder clapping the earth
The angry sky
Ridden with black clouds
And furious cracks of light
The wind matches the howls of wolves
And the moon is hidden by the clouds' mean arms
Lightning striking fear
Fires in trees
Subdued by the intense rain
Calming after what seems like hours
It leaves and the moon shines bright through the wispy clouds
Just because I'm different
I'm not a bad person
I'm not stupid
I'm not unapproachable
Just because I'm different
It doesn't mean I don't have feelings, too
It doesn't mean I can't hear what you say about me
It doesn't mean that you're so much better than I
Just because I'm different
It doesn't mean I don't have friends
I'm not scared of you
It doesn't mean I care what you say
Just because I'm different - don't talk about what you don't know
I sat, staring at nothing. The sky, maybe, the grass. My shoes. Generations have passed me; I am still stuck in a lost decade, still stuck in my parents' world. I listen to their music, I play their games, I live by their rules. My brother, a small, red mass of fussing flesh. He is still foreign to me. My dog, my first and only friend. I still have not yet experienced the world as it was meant to be - in my world, everything is meant just for me, and I know nothing of that which does not concern me.
I love, and I laugh. The years have seemingly passed by in seconds. I sit and stare at a different nothing; a different sky, different grass, different shoes. I live for today, but my mind is still stuck in a not-so-distant past. Everything now is so little and insignificant, and it feels like there is no point. Death scares me, even though it should not; after all, what would it be for me to die? A funeral service - a few people that miss me, but the world will move on. So I love, I laugh, and I live.
I will see the world in a different light. Everything will become clear to me. I'll have settled down; there will be someone at my side, someone I've known for what feels like forever. That which we have created is our hearts' desires; they will be the most important part of our lives. I will have remembered a time when this life seemed glamorous - and also a time when this life seemed dreadful. Years are slipping by like a long storm, still stirring, but past its climax, yet still not ready to cease.
I will have lived. I will have loved. Everything is back to seeming so insignificant to me - and the storm is coming towards an end. This time I sit and stare at the someone that I have known forever. He will stare back at me, not knowing how old and sad he will look. Our hearts' desire has left us. He has his own someone that he has known for what feels like forever, and that something that matches his and his someone's hearts' desire - he will finally see what it is to be in my place. I look at my hands, long and delicate fingers that have survived a test of time and trials and hardships. They are wise hands - they have played in the dirt, they have flipped pages in textbooks, they have felt the soft head of an infant, but now their purpose is almost gone. This time, I do not fear death. I will have finally understood what was meant for me to do in this world where I am still insignificant. But I still believe this is my world, my universe - that this is me.
8/17/2011 10:50:56 PM
Posted in: General ChatQuote from Pretentious Utopia »Quote from Radiance »
Just a photo of me going about my daily business.
Don't be a hater. I will pray to the Flying Spaghetti Monster for you.
7/31/2011 6:23:33 AM
Lucy glanced down at Wolfen and tapped his snout, brushing him away. The man looked up at her and furrowed his brows.Posted in: Original
"You'd best not be getting into business that isn't yours," he said with a cold voice. Lucy became frustrated and pulled Wolfen into a nearby alleyway. The man was not going to give her information.
Wolfen growled. "What are you doing, you stupid woman?"
"**** off, you mutt. Gathering information is no crime."
"What if he's a member of the Obscurtis?"
"Then I kill him. Besides, if he was, then he would have given me my information. They know that we're coming for them. Their leader wants to 'play' with us, which he can't do if we aren't there to meet him."
Wolfen growled and Lucy left, striding back to the inn to mull over the books she had taken from the stall. She glanced at the vendor of the book stall; he was glaring at her. This obviously wasn't the place or the time to be searching for information; she would have to come back later, and unexpectedly.
7/29/2011 4:28:26 PM
Lulz @ #breadsleevesPosted in: General Chat
7/29/2011 4:26:10 PM
@RomeoPosted in: Topic Graveyard
Listen, my friend, I'll tell you something I've learned from all my years of being a girl -- girls suck. They don't know what they want, and even after they figure it out, they want to have their cake and eat it, too. I don't know what it is about seeing your ex, but for me, seeing an ex of mine makes me go bat **** crazy; I say things I don't mean to say and I'm cold and harsh, and I can't help it; although, maybe that's just me. I tend to think I'm pretty mentally unstable. In any case, I don't see what the problem is with dating her best friend. Tell your ex to leave her alone and talk to Emma about your feelings for her. If you truly like her, that's all that matters, right? It's only wrong if you're doing it for revenge or to get over the loss of your ex as a rebound.
I finally broke up with my boyfriend, after nearly two years. For the longest time, I had found him annoying and I have to admit, I had been planning on breaking up with him for a while, I was just scared that he would be heartbroken so I kept stalling. Don't get me wrong, this vent isn't about me still having feelings for my ex, it's bigger than that.
For months, my friend, Auby, had begged me to dump my boyfriend and go out with him instead; I had fallen in love with him. He was one of the only people I could truly trust. When I finally became single, he got a girlfriend without even telling me. I was disappointed, sure, but the reason why I was upset was because he lied to me. It's fine that he got another girlfriend, I mean I should have expected it since he lives too far away for me to see him, and he is quite wonderful in my eyes, but the worst thing a man can do to me is lie to me or withhold information from me. Impulsively, I felt suicidal and decided that I would be single forever, and that I hated men. This had happened to me too many times before, and it was the straw that broke the camels back.
A few days passed, and I had let go of some of my feelings, although I still harboured a similar attitude. Auby messaged me, and he told me that he was sorry and asked if I was still mad at him; I said no and forgave him, but I don't know if I can be his friend anymore. I hate turning people away... I know that he cares about me and he still wants to be my friend but right now, it's painful to see him. I wish I could drop my friends and start anew, to see if I can live without romantic attachments to people I'm not dating.
7/25/2011 2:31:14 AM
Lucy was slightly disgusted as Wolfen ate the leftover food from the ground, although she supposed that maybe he was just desperate, or maybe it was some kind of canine/lupine gene kicking in. Whatever the case, Lucy left them all to their devices. She strolled down the street and put her hood up, attempting to make it look like her white hair wasn't showing. The people were giving her strange looks, from disgust at her mutation, to confusion and curiosity. She approached the stalls that hadn't any unwelcoming vendors. There were carved, wooden trinkets and artistic glasswork and painted pottery. There were also several food stands; pastries filled with fruit-flavoured creams, little smoked meas, bags of roasted nuts and the like.Posted in: Original
Towards the end of the street down which Lucy had been walking, there was a worn-out wooden stand messily piled with old-looking books. The vendor was an older man, probably well in his 60's (which was getting quite ripe for a human), and didn't look at anyone. No one was interested in the boring books; they were more interested in the food and the toys. Lucy silently stepped over to the stall and started examining the books, the vendor still payed no attention. Taking this as a signal to take a closer inspection of the books, she looked carefully at some of the titles. Many had runes that Lucy could not read very well, either because they were faded or because the language was not modern enough for her to translate, and the few that she could read intrigued her. There were one or two that had alchemic recipes, and one that was a tome of history and legends of Trandor.
"How much for these?" Lucy asked.
"Just take 'em."
"Oh... okay," she replied.
She stuffed them in her bag and turned to leave before she stopped herself.
"Oh, excuse me..."
"What do you want?"
"Do you know anything about the Obscurtis?"
7/19/2011 5:39:32 PM
"Maybe," Lucy replied to Wolfen, "pretty much the only thing we can do at this point. You can go ahead, I'll meet you if I decide to go." She sat on the bottom bunk of one of the beds and drank heavily from her canteen, then pulled out somewhat stale bread and picked at it. I might as well go if I expect to eat any half-decent food, and maybe the townspeople will have some kind of gossip or information about the Obscurtis. She finished the rest of her loaf and stood up. "I think I will go, actually," she said monotonously and swung her bag back on her shoulder as she stepped out of the room and back downstairs.Posted in: Original
7/18/2011 9:53:03 PM
"Room for four-er, three, please," Lucy remembered that the price would drop with one less bed. Regardless, she didn't think she would sleep, anyway, in case another Obscurtis showed up, and she wasn't exactly prepared to have a vampire jump at her jugular while she slept. She handed the keeper the money and he led them upstairs to a room at the end of a hall. Upon entrance, Lucy sighed a breath of fresh air; the window was open, and the breeze was cool on her skin. She set her bag on the table. It was small, but it wasn't too cramped. There were two bunk beds, one on either side of the room, with a trunk in the corner and a round, wooden table in the center. The window opened to a small balcony. Lucy stretched and looked out the window; the sun would set soon.Posted in: Original
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