Evil, most definitely evil.

beauty is not enough.

Our history will be what we make of it. And it's all porn.
Never lay back down
My only wish right now is for the world to stop talking about 50 Shades of Whatever. Come on. It was barely funny the first time, and it's not getting any wittier.

I've been doing a fair bit of non-fandom reading lately, mostly because I'm gloomily trapped on the MBTA for twelve hours a week commuting for my internship. It's killing the amount of time I have to write, but at least I always write something when I sit down now. Having stuff to do is ... good for your brain...

Most of what I'm reading is twentieth or twenty-first century stuff. For a while I tried setting very definitive rules: "I will only read eighteenth and nineteenth century stuff from British and American writers! I will only read twentieth or twenty-first century stuff if it's from a non-Anglophile writer!" but that quickly got shot to hell when I rediscovered my love for the "rural girl leaves her dysfunctional home and makes it in the big city in the early twentieth century" genre. I'm so fond of those stories, man. So great. You go, girl.

ellipse panic!
White phosphorus; mechanical snow
Too many human beings... too many social obligations...

no... this is the exact opposite of what I want from life.

Talk to the apron
Every now and then I wake up and think, "ah, I love Homestuck characters."

I also love the story and stuff (although wtf, alpha timeline?), but mostly, I love the characters. So many different relationships and characters!

What a great canon to write fic for. Man.

I'm not moving to New York.
This tornado loves you
Sometimes when I feel really alone in the universe, I step out to my roof and think, "I bet somewhere out there, literally ten million people are thinking the exact same thing I am."

Then I get annoyed that I can't even feel lonely in an original fashion.

in conclusion
... when your face sets
from this experience I have deduced

I hate rum.

Pots and pans.
You know what's awful? Trying to plan shit when everyone is like, "I'm happy with whatever we decide." But the only thing we've decided is that we're happy with what's been decided, which is to say, abso-fucking-lutely nothing.

Group dynamics. What a puzzle.


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