Memory Serves As InsulationHer memory was warm. The glittering reflections and refraction of the firelight drew his gaze to her fingers as she raised them above her head. Had drawn, had raised, he had to remember he was thinking in past tense, that it was not invisible reality but past memory.Memory Serves As Insulation
But if he closed his eyes, it became so real that the weight of summer clung to his neck like her dark hands. The music would fill his head like the way her laughter filled the endless summer night.
The night was cold, but memories of the summer kept him warm.
...While I DriveShe never had coffee this bad. She can honestly say that. It was dark brown sludge that clung to edges of the mug. The mug looked antique, spider web cracks crawling around its edges. There was a chip in the rim of the mug; she could feel it when she took another reluctant sip, bumping against her lips in a quiet reminder of its age....While I Drive
The toast was forgivable, although the raisin variety drew choked back laughter from the both of them. It was more like a piece of toast with a scant scattering of raisins. The eggs were runny and she wondered whether it was or wasn’t cooked. And the less said about the bacon, the better. The waitres
You Can Sleep...She’s driving down the highway whose designation she’s forgotten. She’s still on the way to someplace that was nothing more than a set of instructions from a trucker, because it was a word on the map that she liked. She’s listening to the whisper soft Dashboard Confessional song for the fifth loop because she hated the radio stations and she wasn’t bored enough to turn to the talk shows. She might reconsider that decision but for now, she’s singing it softly, humming for lyrics she could not remember, because she was sometimes bad with words like that.You Can Sleep...
The highway was empty as usual at three in the morning, so she stole quick gl
Three TimesSandra just kept laughing until Alexia felt like she wanted to hit her. So she did.Three Times
"Ow ow owie!" Sandra cried, still laughing as she rubbed her arm. "Oh man, Alexia, you've GOTTA get a grip. It's just an urban legend."
"Bloo..." Alexia bit her lip before she could continue, glaring at her friend as she only laughed harder in response. "Saying you-know-who's name is no joke! Besides, it's no laughing matter. I heard there were deaths associated with her."
"Oh my God, Bloody Mary is Voldemort!" Sandra finally finished laughing, but her eyes still danced in barely restrained mirth as she looked at Alexia w
Just Throwing This Out There
Suffering
*gigglesnortrunsaway*
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Tradidit in mortem animam suam
et inter sceleratos reputatus est.
Accingite vos
sacerdotes, et plangite
ministri altaris
aspergite vos cinere.
Spread the DA love around! (you can copy and paste this message on their userpage!)
*dingding* RULES:
1- You can hug the person who hugged you!
2- You can't hug the person more than 3 times
3- You -MUST- hug 6 other people
4- You should hug them in public! Paste it on their user page! c'mon..don't be scared of public displays of affection
5- Random hugs are perfectly okay! (and sweet)
6- You should most definitly get started hugging right away!
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Off my planet. (My Stock)
It is the soul's duty to be loyal to its own desires. It must abandon itself to its master passion. - Rebecca West
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~ Sleepwalking-Dreamer
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"Does the butterfly contemplate the briefness of its flight? Does the kingfisher pause to think of its reflection in the pool below? They do not, because they have too much to live for."
~ Councillor Xia Quei, from <a href="http://www.deviantart
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She thinks now, because she cannot be sure, but that plastic bag must have sailed away, forgotten, with the fuel leak that trailed a dark rainbow behind the whir of the big boat’s engine.
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