My summer time is completely filled with writing, reading, napping, and using the computer to watch TV shows.
Let's hope writer's block stays away, otherwise my brain might actually turn to mush.
How're you guys's summers going?


How I Learned to WriteI penned my first language when I was two years old. Composed of scribbles and slashes, its meaning was whatever I wished it to be at that moment. It would change with each retelling, sometimes peeking into the past, sometimes predicting the future.How I Learned to Write
As my yearly clock struck nine, I heard the train pulling away from Platform 9¾, and as the three young heroes learned how to make a mouse into a teacup, I learned it was possible to make stories of letters.
Going back a few years, I remember writing my first small booklet. It told about a girl who kept trying to stop a fox from stealing chicken eggs from her henhous


the WatchersI felt a sudden hunger for meditation in my depression, but more than that, a thirsting for the night sky; for the feel of grass, the smell of it, the unique essence contained in the combination of cool and dark and nightso different from only cool and dark. It was peaceful perhaps because of the suns absence. The night is older. Shadows prove that light is not the absence of darknessdarkness is the absence of light, and therefore the original. And so the sun is new, and rowdy, and fresh, and has not yet been given the feeling of age.the Watchers
The grass was softened in my memories, and it moved seemingly of its own


Words are NihilistsMagic is born of amoral thought, and is in the written word so helplessly caught. They smile nicely, and staring at me, demand both compliance and complacency.Words are Nihilists
Choked words who in their malice seduce, tearing screams from the hollow, birthing gold from a goose. Their nihilism repulses yet seems to cut you loose.
They put themselves to work while you are asleep, slitting your wrists while crying come play with me and Ill give you the key. The key to unlocking the world that you seek.
They would feel the crunch of your mora


To Cinders, Love of MineWith eyes of a dreamer you sit, stare. Think of thoughts worth thinking, fingers webbed in hair.To Cinders, Love of Mine
I look at you through eyelashes fine I see you and know youre the light of our time
I try with my art with my hands, my eyes to trap you on paper, with inks and in lines
Too beautiful too perfect the dreamer, your dreams.
I cry for I know you can never be mine.
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You paint pictures so vast the canvas wont hold images so faint they shimmer like gold
I have no tale
| I'm a tea junkie and, as you can see from my gallery, an english lover. My heart belongs to Iceland, but my body lives in the United States. I'm bisexual, open-minded, and I would be a vegetarian if I didn't love bacon so much. |
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...but there would be punishment and pain, and there would be happiness, too. That was writing. --The Book Thief
hi.
Hmm...I have a few sites where you can download episodes. I'm not sure about TT, but I know that they have avatar.
bleachexile.com
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...but there would be punishment and pain, and there would be happiness, too. That was writing. --The Book Thief
i used to love teen titans ^^
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...but there would be punishment and pain, and there would be happiness, too. That was writing. --The Book Thief
why hello there.
im about to go look at your stuff.. be afraid!!!!!
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...but there would be punishment and pain, and there would be happiness, too. That was writing. --The Book Thief
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