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[29 May 2010|05:45pm] |
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Last night...
I was impaled on the horns of a minotaur who lifted me and carried me hanging from them; I didn't die
Anyone got any Dreamless?
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[21 May 2010|11:19pm] |
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NIN - closer |
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Private
I sold my soul on the plea of the most important thing to me, and all I had to do was sacrifice it.
I made a move to start actions towards a war I want no part in playing and the first casualty was my friendship with Blaise.
I didn't have anything else to give, but they took it anyway. And now what do I have left?
/Private
Circles do not have a point.
The house rots and I played dice with my teeth. Sleep can go fuck itself
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[03 May 2010|03:11pm] |
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I'm sick and staying in bed
Hexed only to non-teacher types
So leave me the fuck alone.
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[01 May 2010|05:44am] |
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( Private )
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[24 Apr 2010|06:28pm] |
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Private, hexed viciously
A tad extreme, Theodore? A tad fucking extreme? It's fucking holocaust, not a Quidditch rivalry. I know I'm insane, but REALLY, fuck, I can't be the only one who HAD my upbringing.
A tad extreme, fucking Merlin.
End Private
“No absolute is going to make the lion lie down with the lamb unless the lamb is inside.”
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[12 Apr 2010|10:02pm] |
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Blood has always been an interesting medium. In dreams, sometimes, it's a symbol of vitality. It just means energy. Might mean that the worst is over, something written in blood may represent the energy put into a project. So if the author(ess) was working on their homework we should probably be looking out for essays sans grammar.
In the end though, it's just sticky and hard to wash out of carpets.
So, torn fingers, lambs eaten by dogs, FUCKING CIRCLES this is all just-
I'm going to finish my homework now.
(ooc: strikeout = visible if you know Theo and his writing)
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[11 Apr 2010|03:31pm] |
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Je er ikke minn faðir. Genes account for more than hair colour, eye colour, &c. It's like some universal attempt to drive me insane. He's insufferable now. They're still unforgiveab-
If I kill him now will I never be born?
Fuck...Jeg gar galskap.
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[03 Apr 2010|04:08pm] |
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What is the point.
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[25 Mar 2010|08:45pm] |
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I hate studying this subject. Start looking into them and more come.
It was weirder this time, a broken house and inside a dark forest. All black and white except for the odd flash of red like some fucked-up stalker Riding Hood.
Armchair?
Why can't I just see clowns like normal people.
I wish there were more important things than everything.
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[21 Mar 2010|08:51pm] |
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I sleep but don't dream. Or I dream of nothing, which is not the same.
Teeth falling out, becoming bones, runes. Which I'm doing really well on lately, so make sense of that.
Things moving in a darkness that I know is there but that I can't see because my eyes won't open.
Divination homework sucks.
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[16 Mar 2010|09:35pm] |
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There is no preventative, directive or safe approach for living.
We each know our own fate
We know from our youth how to be treated, how we'll be received and how we shall end
These things don't change.
You can change your clothes, change your hairstyle, your friends, cities, continents
But sooner or later your own self will always catch up.
Always it waits in the wings.
So much land traveled, so little sense made of it
It doesn't mean a thing all this land laid out behind us
I'd like to take off into these woods and get good and lost for a while
Want to leave here already. Ego sum iam taedium. Ego usus a nocens sensus
[Hexed to Blaise]
How's Runes going with you?
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[09 Mar 2010|09:52pm] |
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School is soon. Back to school.
I've been thinking a lot about stars lately (which is probably why the professor has been so pleased with my astrology work) but I've come to the conclusion that I don't like them.
What difference is there from the sun, apart from that they're a greater distance apart? None, although distance is all the difference, amusingly. And the moon? The light that used to seem so cold just feels hot now, a glare from the sun bouncing off a rock surface.
But it still holds power for all of that. How many spells can't happen unless there's a full moon, to say nothing of werewolves, really, nothing can be said.
We don't prefer a dark night sky though, because we can't see, but what's the point when what we do see is just.
I don't know.
My point is, I'm glad to be going to bed tonight. I'm bored of being here.
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