Sparxrawrr is no longer.
But I've been preparing for this since, last year?
xD
Anyway, I'm moving accounts, actually. Nothing dramatic. No soppy angst reason.
I just wanted to be able to use a clean account, for uploading my writing. I also wanted to be able to use that account for submiting real life work, school work, etc etc, and this particular account just has too many journals and deviations for me to bother deleting. xD Plus the username is sort of.... random and kiddy.
Meet you there, hopefully!
I've actually just submitted an ACTUAL poem/thing.
So yes. Omg. I live. Barely.





Happy birthday Erin 8D
ilu <3
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wait what
<3<3<3
Although I know you only remembered because it's your mother's birthday too, but let's pretend I don't know that!
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I love milk.
And no, that's not true D: I remembered because it's your birthday too.
Maybe.
Or it could be because I know three freaking people who have their birthdays on that day.
what
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I was very lonely.
-nods-
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Laugh. Crying is so overrated.
How do we define loneliness?
Maybe it's personal opinion.
I think loneliness is a craving, but a desperate one. Loneliness is to be lost. I think it's also our body's way of recognizing just how insignificant and nothing we are in the grand scheme of things. But loneliness also has a purging effect on the mind.
If you don't mind me asking, where did you head off to? Or who were you meeting at the airport? (I'm confused, with all of the schemes and ideas you hatch xD)
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I love milk.
I could be the first female pope. Has there ever been a female pope?
But I don't want to be the pope, religion is bothersome and my God isn't their God.
I like to watch the trees bleed when I'm alone. To watch them cry because no matter how hard they try, they aren't going anywhere. You can come at them with an axe, and they can't run. You can chop them down, and they won't scream. They'll take it, because that's all they can do.
But when I'm alone, they bleed and they cry, and they laugh and they want.
I also like to sit in graveyards late at night by myself. But that's another story.
I think loneliness is everything you said. "Our body's way of recognizing just how insignificant and nothing we are." I don't think the feeling of being lonely could be defined in any better way. I bow to your superior interpretation of human nature.
My dad was flying to Ontario in the wee hours of the morning. Lucky him. I got to go back home and sleep. (I don't have schemes, shush now. xD But someday, I'm gunna fly out of here and no one will hear from me again. At least not before I want them to.)
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Laugh. Crying is so overrated.
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wait what
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Laugh. Crying is so overrated.
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