A world through the eyes of a reserved bluestocking. Sometimes I feel like a rockstar ready to break a few mindows and it gets too wild for my comfort so I'd rather stay inside, admiring polaroids pasted on my walls, watching a propaganda film or writing up another swirling storm. I like going places alone, attending gigs to loosen up as I know only me in the crowd, meeting people who write songs about the sky being generally blue or others who find out why and just how much blueness exists in the heavens.Fictionpress, livejournal, formspring.
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Crash into me: I had the most morbid dream last night. →
I was at the beach, the sun was hazy from too many grey clouds but it was still sticky warm. I was by myself. I remember thinking that the water was oddly warm. I was standing with my eyes closed towards the horizon, feeling the force of the waves hit against my body and the warm water lapping at…
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