What the fuck. Is this. Shit.
Apr. 24th, 2012 10:26 am![[personal profile]](https://www.dreamwidth.org/img/silk/identity/user.png){kind=small}
crowsDon't mind me, just sitting here WAY RATHER WRITE SHIT ABOUT SHIT in the forms of spirit and fictions and spirit-fictions than...
do this pile of French homework and turn up to my entire afternoon and evening of classes. I'd cut, today, if it weren't the second to last week of the semester.
And I hadn't cut quite so much early in the semester >.>...
This is going to be a day of sneaking away into the corners of my mind, where I will stay huddled in the sparkling dust, writing things down on my skin and hoping I can read it all when night falls.
There are some people in the world that I'm really, really in love with right now. Living or dead, it doesn't seem to matter at the moment, and my list of people I secretly wish were in love with me doesn't hurt to consider.
Or... maybe it does hurt. But I kinda like it.
do this pile of French homework and turn up to my entire afternoon and evening of classes. I'd cut, today, if it weren't the second to last week of the semester.
And I hadn't cut quite so much early in the semester >.>...
This is going to be a day of sneaking away into the corners of my mind, where I will stay huddled in the sparkling dust, writing things down on my skin and hoping I can read it all when night falls.
There are some people in the world that I'm really, really in love with right now. Living or dead, it doesn't seem to matter at the moment, and my list of people I secretly wish were in love with me doesn't hurt to consider.
Or... maybe it does hurt. But I kinda like it.