March 2012
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I'm strongly considering writing Camp NaNo about...
Me: Hmmmm I'm not too sure about this character
Writers: We'll make you fall in love with them
Me: omg omg omg I love you my favourite character
Writers: lolololol lets kill them
Me: wait what
Writers: They die
Me: wait
Writers: They die
Me: No wait
Writers: Die
Me: NO PLEASE
Writers: DIEEEEEEEEE
I placed 3rd in the writing competition WSU...
jaybjay:
I’M JUST SO EXCITED AND HAPPY AND SDLJFSIDJFKDSLJFIODFJKLSDJF
A Collection of Rare and Obscure Words
evocative-eloquence:
talisman
Cheiloproclitic - Being attracted to someones lips. Quidnunc - One who always has to know what is going on. Ultracrepidarian - Of one who speaks or offers opinions on matters beyond their knowledge. Apodyopis - The act of mentally undressing someone. Gymnophoria - The sensation that someone is mentally undressing you. Tarantism - The urge to overcome melancholy...
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I cleaned up my novel planning from my notebook to...
I finished Looking For Alaska by John Green
ALDJFIAKLDJFKLADFJ SO GOOD.
To be honest, I didn’t read the back of the book before I read it. I was in love with John Green and put my full trust in him to write a beautiful book. After I was stabbed in the heart a few times, particularly when I got to AFTER, I was really kind of glad I didn’t. I like the shock and suspense even though the situation is hard to deal with right now.
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I LOVE BOOKS!!!!!!!!!!
arwiddison:
That is all.
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Sleeping Out
“Repeat after me: ‘Officer, we walked all the way out here,’” Travis was saying from the driver’s seat. From my spot next to our gear in the back seat, I could see his eyes darting around the empty road worriedly. “’No one drove us.’”[[MORE]]
Neither Sam nor I indulged him by repeating the phrase. We knew we wouldn’t rat him out as an accomplice to our law breaking. I could see Sam in...
"o captain! my captain!" by walt whitman
wolfqueens:
O CAPTAIN! my Captain! our fearful trip is done; The ship has weather’d every rack, the prize we sought is won; The port is near, the bells I hear, the people all exulting, While follow eyes the steady keel, the vessel grim and daring: But O heart! heart! heart! O the bleeding drops of red, Where on the deck my Captain lies, Fallen cold and dead. O Captain! my Captain! rise up and...
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#58
A lot of memories Of him are Wound together With no start or end In a constant Static Playing in my Heart. I can’t decide Where to start.
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#63
I’m not sure How healthy He was He hardly slept Rarely ate And liked it. Some afternoons Were naps Because he stayed Up all night Fighting demons Inside his soul. I would hold his hand Let my other fingers Play in his black Red rooted hair Stroke his stubble Until his breathing Was quieter Than a hummingbirds Wings.
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#97
There are two forms Of “love you” One, is where You love someone So much it’s No longer just You who loves them It’s in everything You do that saying “I” is no longer Sufficient The second, Are empty words Of broken hopes
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#102
My dripping Wet emotions Being left out To dry on a cold Winters morning Is just the thing To stall up My words When I needed Them most.
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#27
The universal language Is often unspoken Breathing and bowing Replaces constantans and vowels. Sighing a sunset Coughing a requiem. Individual voices Far from human Cascade over each other Putting a firm grip on Their precious chords. Money can’t produce this Whisper in silence Only the nuance of talent Kissing the keys of The instrument.
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Novel Editing:
Why do I have to change so much?
Me: What are you majoring in?
Math Major: Mathematics.
Me: Oh that's cool! I don't quite understand math, but it's cool that you're pursuing that.
Math Major: What about you?
Me: English--
Math Major: EW. English is so lame. I hate English. It's the worst subject ever.
Me: ....
Math Major: Totally gross.
Me: .....
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Midnight Gallivanting
Our hair was greasy, our bodies damp. The night reeked from us, even though by now it was considered morning. I shook my slushie cup several times to get the last clusters of ice broken up and into my straw. Adam was in front of us, his hands in the air as he spun, nearly tripping on the broken sidewalk. I wanted to join him, but brain freezes and spinning don’t always go hand in hand and I...
