I could not ask for more
You feared your jagged edges against my fractured pieces?
Oh…oh my sweet…I do not see ruin in you.
Not at all.
What I see is a masterpiece that had to rise from the ashes of beautiful liars that whispered to your heart of love they could not give to you.
Yet, here you are, pulsating with life in front of me as you transform into a beautiful anomaly illuminating the night sky.
You are the Universe to me, my love.
I could not ask for more.
I have four absences in Week 2.
I have school on my birthday, instead of a three day weekend.
I have to check my oil still, and have procrastinated.
I still have to apply for financial aid and keep forgetting.
I feel the dreadful despair of winter upon me.
All of that is fine.
But, if the goddamn Wifi cuts out one more time, I swear to all gods that ever existed and that ever will exist, I will lose my fucking shit.
My favorite thing about Prose is that I can express what I'm feeling and things I am going through or have gone through and none of you know me personally.
Which I find good because you don't know the people I'm talking about, you haven't already formed an opinion about them, though I guess I'm giving you a biased opinion based on my life experiences?
I'm not sure what I'm on about, but I think it's just that this space feels safe to me in a way?
How wonderful to live in a world with so much music, so many sounds.
The endless depths of the internet dredge up unimaginable newness
throat singing to
gut-wrenching soliloquies to
An endless sea of discovery, every day with more discoveries
repeating endlessly in my mind
Is Rasputin by Bonny M.
″YOU HAVE ALREADY LIKED THIS POST”
*disgruntled* but it’s Mnezz! screw you, I can like something twice if I want!
”.. Timothee Chalamet...”
*confused* what’s a Timothee Chalamet? gods, now I feel really old...wait, damn, I can’t say that, it’ll make all my Proser senpai’s mad...wait, why did I just use senpai? -- $!@% -- wait, no, gotta stop swearing, it sets off the underaged kids who now read my crap...UGH I THOUGHT PUBERTY WAS MY LAST AWKWARD AGE!!!
*wary* OK, I swear, I’ve read, collated, and kinda half-edited (for grammar / my own quirks) all 18 chapters but honestly I’m a bit lost - but I can’t post that, because then they’ll try to explain it to me and then I’ll REALLY be lost. I’ve got the main plot down it’s just there are so many characters now, I mean, didn’t we kill/eat some of them off?? But I have an idea of what I want to write, except they probably won’t like it, and then I’m gonna get in trouble, and then Danceinsilence isn’t going to invite me to these collab things anymore. Ugh, maybe that’s a good thing -- $@!% I forgot there was a Nanowrimo thing I’m supposed to be doing too!!!! $@!% -- right, stop swearing, stop swearing (deletes words - inserts censorship symbols)
*groaning* gods, why do I do this anymore....this is a waste of typing and brainpower and I’m like a friggin’ moth to self-destructive flame....damn, maybe TW does stand for trigger warning, i.e. READ THIS AND IT WILL TRIGGER MY WRATH, DOGS! MWAHAHA!! Aw friggin’ @#!% I swore again >_< mom, why did grandpa have to be a sailor....
*sad* look at everybody’s nice comments they’re always writing!! I should write NICE comments like that!! gods, that one almost made me cry - I haven’t even been drinking, this is an absolute waste of emotional turmoil.....ugh...I’m going to bed now....I need healthier hobbies....besides drinking.....
(Read like you don't mean it)
I like watching squirrels fight. (Yes I do)
All that rage and anger (So scary)
Oh the horror (ooh how horrible)
Viciously tearing at each other
(oh my watch out little one)
Such agony and the suffering
(oh tell me about it)
is like a pan smacking the shitu out of U
(I see what you did there, me *wink*)
I also scream at my Pikachu Plushies
(you crazy bitc*)
Oh and get this, I make bad jokes.
(Rolling my eyes gurl)
Don't get close cause I can fart like hell
(Was it the pickles, darling?)
oh the the things I do with a pen name
(Yes, I can see that)