College LifeI don't really talk too much about my daily life on dA since I didn't want to spam everyone with constant horror stories of my time in the kitchen (which is why I do that on fb https://www.facebook.com/FisheyePlacebo/photos_stream instead) but today, I would like to share some of the extra "special" moments during my college life (even though I graduated already).More Like This
When upstairs neighbors are being very loud, the most effective method is to leave an angry coconut at their door
When life gives you pears, cut them into ducks and bake them into pizza~
When the Occupy movement swept through campus, make sure the fridge participates.
When assigned to go to a museum for Art History, take detailed notes of the kinky nipple biting eagles.
When roommate cooks something that cannot be described with words...
When the new apartment sink rage quits...
When I got the bright idea to create an aquaponics system in my bedroom... which later flooded the carpet... (Trust me, I'm an
The Writer - 1More Like This
"Elisaveta, wait!" I hear Roderich's voice hoarsely calling out my name. Yet I paid no heed in all that. All I could focus on was running, running, running and more running. To go somewhere else far from Roderich's shadow that haunts me in my dreams. To leave the place I used to call my home. A comfort zone, which I had no right to claim again.
The feeling of escaping continues to engulf me with its own madness. A circle of thoughts and wishes that encourages the fear inside of my chest. The thought of running itself makes me feel defenseless. I, Elizaveta Hérdévary, the strongest woman in the city, has broken down into a defenseless little girl.
A woman who runs away from the truth.
My heart beats rapidly, making a staccato beat in tune with my weary feet. There was no turning back. Yesterday is over and the world starts to revolve again. Spinning on an endless cycle, never looking back at its past. My chance was over and so was Roderich's. My decision was s
ABCs of Hetalia Pairings - 2 (1/2)More Like This
B is for Baumkuchen
You slumped down in your seat, grudgingly muttering under your breath and sulking about yourself.
You had lost the bet.
Mr. France's theory was proven right as his Bûche de Noëls were instanly off the rack. You paid him 50 pounds, just like the deal you made.
Your scones, on the other hand, were still waiting there on the silver rack. None of the nations touched it, including me. Yet I didn't have the heart to eat Mr. France's desserts, even if they do taste good.
Bruder's conference room was the venue of this week's meeting. It didn't go well as usual.
Mr. America was eating his endless hamburgers and spluttering out his ideas about superheroes while spitting some of his burger on people's faces. Mr. Italy was chatting happily about pasta to his elder bruder. Mr. Romano was giving vicious glares at Mr. Germany, who was reading a book on his seat. Mr. Japan was drawing ... some