FFM XShe has more books than friends. Even on her Facebook account.
Eleven are duplicated, four are autographed, nine are missing covers, and six are in languages she doesn't speak.
(Her books, not the friends, but one never knows.)
She's worked the same job for three years, saying that it will get her to bigger and better places. It took her three years to figure out that she can't see any places, let alone bigger or better ones.
She writes stories about sad little people like her, except she didn't realize that she was like all of them. She was different because she liked her job. She liked her job until she realized she didn't. And then she couldn't think of anything that set her apart.
She has more books than friends, and she collects them the way one might collect loose change. (Again, the books, not the friends.) She hasn't read all of them, and she doesn't even know that she will. She gathered them all up in order to make herself manic-pixie-dream-girl.
But now, she's a depressive-pi
waking-cat's morning reflectionyyyyywaking-cat's morning reflection3 years ago in Free Fella More Like This
-ning to wake up
Be My ValentineHold your hand, blow a kissBe My Valentine3 years ago in The Great Valentine Exchange More Like This
All these little things I miss
Hold your hand, share our love
All these things I'm dreaming of
Share a smile and share a tear
Closer than ever, yet not here
You may be far, but please be mine -
Will you be my valentine?
There's A Cat In My Time Rotor"AMELIA POND!"There's A Cat In My Time Rotor3 years ago in Free Fella More Like This
The familiar voice screeched out of the phone's earpiece so violently, Amy had to clap her hand over it.
"Ow!" She tentatively brought her home receiver to hover a few inches away. "Doctor? Is that you?"
"Amelia, this is an absolute emergency! A catastrophe! I need you to do something and it's very important!"
"Um, okay. Would've been nice to get a 'hello, how are you doing?' once in a while first, but what's up?"
Her husband, Rory, peered in from the kitchen. "Is that who I think it is?"
Amy held up her hand for quiet as the voice on the other end of the phone continued jabbering.
"I'm going to need six of the biggest pint quantities of milk from your local shop; twelve wind-up mice I've only got one and it's broken; as many blankets as you can find that you don't mind never seeing again; four blocks of cheese; three bumper packs of Mini Cheddars; a biography of a hostage negotiator, preferably one that's still alive; a jumbo-sized litter tray; t
The Color Of A RoseThe color of a rose is irrelevantThe Color Of A Rose3 years ago in The Great Valentine Exchange More Like This
Because a rose just ends up dead
So let's skip the cheesy poetry
And get you the hell in my bed~
Burning PassionsOpen my heart and open my soulBurning Passions3 years ago in The Great Valentine Exchange More Like This
For you're the other half to my entire whole.
Together, forever, I shall hold this goal
To walk hand in hand on a lovely stroll
Our love always burning like a hot cinder coal.
IT GETS BETTERTo all those who are gay, lesbian, bisexual, transgender, or queer, to all those who are young and old, to all those who are being bullied and think that your life is just absolute hell, I'm here to tell you something, something that I think all of you should know: IT GETS BETTER.IT GETS BETTER3 years ago in Spirit Day More Like This
Like many of you, I was shocked and devastated about the tragic suicides that took place in Fall 2010 and again this Fall 2011. These bright young students were constantly picked on and bullied severely because they were gay or perceived as gay. I know some of you who read this are probably saying right now, "Oh, you know how kids are, they can be so cruel, kids are going to bully regardless". Those who have said it or are even thinking those words as I am speaking, you know who you are. I am letting you know how bad this hurts me as a student who once was looking for the support she never got when she was bullied and harassed in middle school. But I'm getting way off topic. This isn't
I can loveI breath just like youI can love2 years ago in Spirit Day More Like This
I laugh just like you
I dance just like you
I love just like you
If there is something that you can do that I can't
So I can do it too.
Gallifreyan Parable for Spirit DayAnd there was a day that the Doctor walked the Earth and in the middle of a city street, unnoticed by the bustle of the majority of hasty, human lives, he stopped. His gaze cast upon the pavement and there lay the most beautiful creature in all of existence. Breath caught in his throat; his twin hearts ached. Tears of utter revulsion and sorrow prickled the whites of his eyes, for the creature, this most perfect of entities, was quite dead.Gallifreyan Parable for Spirit Day2 years ago in Spirit Day More Like This
The Doctor looked around. He was not alone. Leaning against the side of a car was an adolescent human, watching the scene with nonchalance. Not far away was a businessman perched on a bench, occasionally glancing over his newspaper. An old woman stared out of a nearby window, wrinkling her nose. A student loitered on her doorstep, chattering on a mobile phone.
"Who did this?" the Doctor demanded of the onlookers. It was clear the creature had been brutalized and tormented. Even without the scars, the bruising and the blood that stained th