| Once, I thought could write. |


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He grabbed her hand as she walked past him, truly surprising her for the first time since she'd started playing out scenarios behind closed eyelids. She'd taken to carrying her books a new way, resting against her hip instead of clutched against her chest; but in that moment, she wished for the security of the hardcover embrace.
His one arm clasped his own meager stack of notebook and folder, as if he didn't need a supply of textbooks and binders to balance him out. She kept her eyes trained off to the side as he raised the captured hand so her palm faced his gaze.
"What happened here?" h


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I woke up today.
I didn't know who I was at first. Dreams and half-filled memories flew through my mind like a kaleidoscope of endless lives. It was beautiful and terrifying.
I do not know what I long for more, those maybe-memories of people I've never seen, of voices I've never heard, songs I've never sung, words I've never said...
... Or my own name. Just me.
I struggle to hold onto one thing, just a single t


Jiyuu Taiiya: Report 19834Jiyuu Taiiya: Report 19834
If anybody ever tells you that pain is some big metaphor for life in general, kick them as hard as you can in the shin.
I'm serious.
If it hurts like a bitch, it hurts like a bitch. Pain is pain is pain. There's nothing deep or meaningful in it (oh! I stubbed my toe! This must be the continuity of the universe! psh). It just hurts.
Really, really bad.
So, this is probably the worst part of bei


hellebore storiesOne time, she went out and shoveled the driveway at midnight, even though the snow was still falling and the night was as cold as if someone had just broken her heart. The plastic scraped along the black dragon beneath her feet, but she didnt watch it, because she was watching the cars that rumbled by through mornings dark, straggling home or fleeing lives that were all too real.hellebore stories
She couldnt see any faces, but she made up stories for every one of them. Then she dragged her shovel over the asphalt dragon, letting its snoring roar inside her head until she dropped the cranberry-red tool at the streets edge a


monitor.It still looked weird to her, W = mgd, up and down as erratically as the glaring wire that told her she was still alive. It said that she was sitting here not doing any work at all because her mass wasn't changing just then and gravity was a constant and she wasn't going anywhere at all. But her thoughts hurricaned at a thousand meters per second around and around and around and that had to count for something.monitor.
Of course, she still hadn't learned to obey the laws of physics, because gravity obviously was changing; the thin line between life and death was going up and down and so was her heart and so was the apple she had eaten f


heart gluethe unicorns keep falling, caught in the cloth as if they'd been seduced by dull grey ribbons and the human urge to fall. there isn't any glue strong enough to fix a broken leg, and you can't put a cast on a heart.heart glue
my hands are forever trembling,
an imperfect clamp. i don't have the patience to keep the bones in place so the whole frame is falling apart. i always wanted to be a healer but i can't even keep myself together.
there's a brand new ring around his leg almost the same color but whiter.
unicorns are supposed to be pure but the glue is
| Once, I thought could write. |

I am addicted to dreamcatchers. I am addicted to dreaming. I adore cherry pie filling. Halloween is my favorite theme - all year round. I can do some of everything and am spectacular at nothing. According to Vix, I have Original yet Sadistic Syndrome. I am many forms of nerd. I received of Bag of Holding for Christmas. I can never make up my mind. My favorite time to write letters is after midnight. Give me snail mail over any other form of communication. I'm like a small child and an old person rolled into one. I'm still waiting for a call. I will be the crazy old cat lady living in the mountains, who bakes cookies for anyone who shows up at her door. I am being stalked by a cult I wish desperately I could revive. |
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-I said...I'm.Not.Interested...Now go back to your nest..
gooo...GO
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"You think we're dancing?"
"That's all we've ever done."
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You taste like ashes.
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The problem with here is that it's where I'm from.
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"You think we're dancing?"
"That's all we've ever done."
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You taste like ashes.
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The greatest thing you'll ever learn. Is just to love and be loved in return!!!
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"You think we're dancing?"
"That's all we've ever done."
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You taste like ashes.
WAHAHAHAHAHA!
Get it? Cuz you're all like, into that stuff. And Change of Heart is a card in that stuff that you're all like....IN.
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Ha! It's enough to make one laugh!
But I'm not that in YGO anymore. I mean, I like it, but it's not top of my list.
And anyway, my heart isn't changing, my mind is. ;3
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"You think we're dancing?"
"That's all we've ever done."
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You taste like ashes.
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Ha! It's enough to make one laugh!
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"You think we're dancing?"
"That's all we've ever done."
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You taste like ashes.
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