Dear World,Dear World,Dear World,9 hours ago in Stories & Vignettes More Like This
Hello. My name is Kate, and I'd like to talk to you about a thing I love but people do not understand about me. Not even my closes friends seem to under stand why I like it so much.
You see, I happen to love Alice in Wonderland. I have noticed it's not a very usual thing to like. While girls in my class were talking about the Disney Princess or Shrek-some of you probably were, I was reading Alice's Adventures in Wonderland to my aunt. One of my favorite Disney Classic movies is Alice in Wonderland. As I grew older the Alice thing slowly faded out like an old flower necklace left out in the sun for too long. Recently how ever, I have found that my liking of Alice has sprang up again. I read the original books again, if a manga or anime mentioned it I read it, when I saw a scarf in Hot Topic that was Alice in Wonderland I bought it, I have an Alice in Wonderland shirt, I even found a three dollar black bow that reminded me of Alice's bow I bought it as well. It's gotten to th
The Masquerade [Entry Six, February 2012]They’re talking about me again. They’re always talking about me, it seems. Ever since I became the resident tragedy, the neighborhood pitiful, broken doll, it seems that they’re always talking about me.The Masquerade [Entry Six, February 2012]6 hours ago in Stories & Vignettes More Like This
I suppose that’s part of their job. High school administrators probably are usually talking about us, and probably often have to talk about people who start being broken.
They never talk to me about me, they talk to other people. They talk to Mr. Ruff, because apparently he can tell them more about what it means to be me than I can. They talk to my mother, who doesn’t understand because neither do I. They talk to the doctors that don’t even believe me. They talk to each other, five feet away from me and yet sure they’re not being heard.
It’s funny, almost, these smart adults, in charge of a thousand students, on top of everything, and they can’t remember one tiny thing:
I can read lips.
They’re doing it again. It’
@ ma Muse..."...En Dix milliards d'images, Ce ne serait pas encore suffisant pour te montrer à quel point je t'aime...c'est peut être trop pour toi...mais pas pour moi...car c'est comme ça que je t'aime...et c'est peut être maladroit, mais je ne sais pas faire autrement, parce que quand j'aime vraiment, je donne tout, sans réfléchir...et je ne vois pas pourquoi j'empêcherai mes sentiments pour toi de s'exprimer, dans un monde où c'est tellement plus facile de laisser parler la Haine que l'Amour...Alors, Peut être que tu ne resteras qu'une Amie...mais cela n'a pas d'importance...l'important, ce n'est pas d'avoir raison ou tord, de savoir qui donne le plus de l'un ou de l'autre...ce qui est important, c'est de savoir comment nous écrivons notre histoire commune...Tu as fais de moi un homme comblé, comblé par la vie qu'il mène, comblé par les défis qu'il se lance à lui même...je ne suis qu'un anonyme parmi d'autres..@ ma Muse...1 day ago in Introductions & Chapters More Like This