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spinning out of control
Created on 2003-06-06 20:41:09 (#1102355), last updated 2009-10-13
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| Website: | artsy fartsy |
BioThis used to be my icon journal.
There were no rules. You just couldn't say you made it (though why you would ever do such a thing is beyond my extent of knowledge). :O
Enjoy.
[600x800 resolution preferred]
But now, I think it'd better suit its purpose if I made it my writing journal instead. I need a place for my writing anyway.
[edit again (aka ignore the above)]
This is my artsy-fartsy journal.
excerpts of writing.
Being held in his arms made me feel safe, warm, loved. I could have stayed like this for all eternity.
Footsteps. We tensed. I looked up at him, my eyes wide. He pulled me against him, holding me there.
"I should go." I said, my voice still almost emotionless, empty. I started to sit up, already missing the feel of his lips against mine.
"Stay." A pause. "Please."
His voice stopped me. Casual, joking, almost cheerful, apathetic, I'd heard those all. But it was different this time. What was it?
"Please." He repeated. "You can hide in there. I want you to stay with me." His arms were still around me. I snuggled closer, trying not to let the tears fall. Why? Why now? I'd heard it all before. Could it really be different this time? Would it really work? He kissed the top of my head.
If not forever, then just for tonight.
-
Faintly there, barely seen, hard to imagine, difficult to believe. Sleepy, tired, curled up under blankets. Whispering, laughing, it's surreal. Two places at once, dreamlike, disbelieving, a smile, hands, many words. Promises kept, a quiet understanding, you don't know. Lost in confusion, but just this moment. Know you a little more each time, don't make it worse. Unpredictable, spontaneity, not part of the plan.
No guilt, just fantasy.
photography.
stories.
artwork.
incoherent thoughts.
coherent thoughts.
excerpts from other literary works that i enjoyed/admired.
maybe someday, music/video clips?
ee tee see.
some are locked; others aren't. your ability to see them depends on who you are.
regular lj:![[info]](http://l-stat.livejournal.com/img/userinfo.gif)
lilaznffairy421
book project from junior year:zcobriana
novel-in-progress:itscalledstolen
There were no rules. You just couldn't say you made it (though why you would ever do such a thing is beyond my extent of knowledge). :O
Enjoy.
[600x800 resolution preferred]
But now, I think it'd better suit its purpose if I made it my writing journal instead. I need a place for my writing anyway.
[edit again (aka ignore the above)]
This is my artsy-fartsy journal.
excerpts of writing.
Being held in his arms made me feel safe, warm, loved. I could have stayed like this for all eternity.
Footsteps. We tensed. I looked up at him, my eyes wide. He pulled me against him, holding me there.
"I should go." I said, my voice still almost emotionless, empty. I started to sit up, already missing the feel of his lips against mine.
"Stay." A pause. "Please."
His voice stopped me. Casual, joking, almost cheerful, apathetic, I'd heard those all. But it was different this time. What was it?
"Please." He repeated. "You can hide in there. I want you to stay with me." His arms were still around me. I snuggled closer, trying not to let the tears fall. Why? Why now? I'd heard it all before. Could it really be different this time? Would it really work? He kissed the top of my head.
If not forever, then just for tonight.
-
Faintly there, barely seen, hard to imagine, difficult to believe. Sleepy, tired, curled up under blankets. Whispering, laughing, it's surreal. Two places at once, dreamlike, disbelieving, a smile, hands, many words. Promises kept, a quiet understanding, you don't know. Lost in confusion, but just this moment. Know you a little more each time, don't make it worse. Unpredictable, spontaneity, not part of the plan.
No guilt, just fantasy.
photography.
stories.
artwork.
incoherent thoughts.
coherent thoughts.
excerpts from other literary works that i enjoyed/admired.
maybe someday, music/video clips?
ee tee see.
some are locked; others aren't. your ability to see them depends on who you are.
regular lj:
lilaznffairy421book project from junior year:
zcobriananovel-in-progress:
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