Well, cunts.
The girl that I liked
Who is totally fucking rad by the way
Got a girlfriend last weekend
When I was going to ask her out this month
The curse strikes again! Only in the form of bad timing!
February 2012
January 2012
Lavender's Blue
Lavender’s blue, dilly dilly, lavender’s green,
When I am king, dilly, dilly, you shall be queen
Who told you so, dilly, dilly, who told you so?
‘Twas my own heart, dilly, dilly, that told me so.
- Late 17th century traditional English folk song
In one of the oak’s lower branches, Gabriel propped himself against the trunk so that his legs swung beneath him. He could see everything for a mile, but he’s situated high enough so no one can see him. Before him, it’s a mile entirely covered by a field full of the gridelin spires of woolly lavender flowers. Bees drowsed past him lazily, making their rounds through the rows of flowers. “Lavender’s blue, dilly, dilly. Lavender’s green.” He hummed absently, staring out at the landscape. In this hidden place, he’s taking a break from duties. ” When you’re away, dilly dilly, work all day through.”
In the near distance, Gabriel spotted a dark dot, and he squinted to see that it’s one of the nursery angels. Emily? .. Emery? … Emerson? The figure drew closer but stopped to bend double near the roots of the plants. He leaned forward to see what the man is doing…and is pleasantly surprised to see and hear that he is talking to the flowers. “Lavender’s blue…” Inexplicably, Gabe felt his heart palpitate as he continues his impromptu vigil. “This I must say, dilly dilly, and it is true…” No, it’s Emrys, and he stood up and laughed, his voice clear as a bell. “You must love me, dilly dilly … cause I love you.” Images of dark hair, violet eyes, and the sounds of bells follow him for the rest of the day.
See how beautiful it is? This is what I get from my lovely partner. Oh, he’s just brilliant. I love this story. I love these characters.
That text post! Is it who I think it is? :D
Maybeee. He was coughing and accidently was on TC. Of course, I exited TC alreacy (TC for tiny chat)
Let's hope he doesn't see this, but if he does, oh well. Save me from keeping quiet.
I don’t think he realizes how much I want to see him, hear him.
He’s my best friend. It’s not fair that others see and hear their best friends all the time. I barely can guess what he looks like.
I bet he’s beautiful though. Regardless of anything else, he’s brought me out of a hard place, and kept me out.
He’s the best person I could ever ask for in my life. A true friend. How many people can say they have that?
But the mere thought of getting to hear him makes me so excited. A year I’ve known him. Three months of being captivated. Nearly eight months of not speaking. About six months of finding myself, and having the greatest friend in the world.
He’s too good to be true. That’s why I need to hear him. See him. Because who says it’s not all in my head?
I’m terrified it is, because how could I ever get such a wonderful man for a friend?
Sometimes I get out of the shower
Wrap myself in a towel
And then just start casually browsing on my laptop
Then twenty minutes would pass and I still don’t have my clothes on
Genesis
“In the beginning, God created the heavens and the Earth…”
The good book never disappoints with that kind of opening.
Oh, and of course, hello *waves* people of the internet, or more likely, curious followers of mischievous intent.
/flailing about again
So, I've probably fucked up my computer.
Oops.
