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skinny love
You have never been bold. It is a statement, a fact, something all-encompassing and universal. You are bright enough to realize its validity, and to recognize your own inherent lack of drive to confront it. It was true when you were six and will just as true when you’re eighty, and there is little to nothing you can truly do to mend it, if it is a problem at all.
It’s okay, you justify. You’re not bold, unable to say what is in your heart and on your mind, but you are kind, and can make good chocolate chip cookies, and you’re good enough at English that people pay you to help edit their essays – which makes you a little uncomfortable, because that might be illegal, or at least against university policy, but Whole Foods’ bread is expensive and you are weak in the face of good food.
She makes you wish you were bold. She was in your required physics class your last semester of freshman year, and might as well be the only reason you passed. She is studyi
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i go willingly (is that wise?) :iconwildwolfmoon94:WildWolfMoon94 2 0
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Literature
on failure
“I hope you’re happy,” Failure mumbles glumly, slumping over the rusted railing. The sea is restless tonight, shifting irritably, prowling along its shores. The faint spray rests lightly on the bridge of Failure’s nose, and he shuts his eyes heavily. Exhaustion pulses in him like a second heartbeat, rattling his bones and pounding at the sides of his skull. He has never felt young, and nights like this only worsen the brittleness in his body, until he feels fragile enough to fall into a million little pieces at the brush of a feather.
“Of course I’m happy,” the universe replies, wringing out a nebula and pinning it up with stars to dry. The air smells vaguely of raspberry rum and burned steak, a acrid combination that makes Failure hunch further so the bar digs into his thin chest. His stomach is rolling like the spasmodic seas. “Have you ever seen me anything but?”
“No, never.” Failure opens his eyes and straightens up.
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Literature
for lack of a better word
It comes in shades of purple.
Amaranthine (waking up to late winter sunshine)
Lavender (flowers in spring)
Lilac (kisses on the cheek)
Indigo (star smeared sky)
Amethyst (lurking in the depths of the earth, at the heart of everything like the eye of the storm)
In shades of purple, she falls in love. In paint store-sample chips, her heart flutters like a baby bird’s, and in the colors of the sunset she tastes desire, hot as lava, on her tongue. Her heart is melting, liquid heat down in her toes, and everything is as fragile as crystals and as unyielding as diamonds.
Because his voice is soft and tinted with orchids, and he cradles the microphone like he will die without it, as if it wrought from the finest glass, or moonlight. He draws out the note like silk, like the caress on a lover’s skin, and it wraps around the room, coiling like a contented cat. The strings of the guitar she strums bite into her fingers and she almost wishes she would bleed, so she would know she is a
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meaning :iconwildwolfmoon94:WildWolfMoon94 5 2
Literature
silvery
In the spring, lovers canoe in cool cerulean waters, watching the sunlight ripple off the waterfall and passing each other shy glances through their eyelashes. Flowers crown the surrounding hills, the wind buttery daffodils and blushing roses. The sun is lazy in spring, heady on the scent of the flowers, on the song of the returning birds.
In the summer, children shriek and splash, tumbling into refreshing azure waves, splashing each other with glee. The sun filters in through the droplets as they soar, trying to defy gravity and reach the calm sky. The remnants of childish picnics, consisting of popsicles and lemonade, languish on shore, waiting for the return of sopping wet limbs and bright eyes.
In the fall, couples stroll arm and arm on the little beaten path that surrounds the mirror of the lake, reflecting the myriad of hues – scarlet, auburn, cinnamon, umber – that glow on the trees. People walk to the top of the tiny hill, watch the trickling, struggling remains of
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Literature
asymmetry
At the end of everything, the stars burn themselves to smoke and whimpers, lying in reality’s abandoned ashtray – the stubs of something no one will ever use again. The universe gathers her shawl and fixes her hair, vain to the last, even though no one is there to admire her. She is wizened and wrinkled, more than ready to collapse into a point, sink down into the protective embrace of wherever it is universes come from.
At the end of everything, the galaxies have shattered on the floor, scattered as pieces of broken glass. Lonely atoms shiver and shake, alone, rattling in the empty space between dead planets where water used to flow and creatures once upon a time squirmed. Moons drift; uncertain without the anchoring stability they had grown used to. Gas giants putter about aimlessly, eying the crushing blackness with resignation. Asteroids, the lucky bastards, soar and tumble at top speed, determined to wring what they can from the end of everything.
Life and Death crowd
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Literature
Sleeping Princess On the Hill
"They say she is the fairest in the land," the prince says as James grabs the last of the ropes and his hammer to ensure the tent will not collapse in the night. The prince lounges against a tree, worn map bent over his knees, the yellowed parchment crinkling and tearing at the ancient fold lines.
"Of course, sire. But do keep in mind they say that about every princess and every maid covered in ashes."
The prince is not listening, trailing his fingers over their route through the mountains to the castle of yet another cursed lady. James did not expect a different reaction; a servant's job is to become used to being ignored. He straightens the spike, balances it between two stones, and swings the heavy hammer down. He misses, and slams into the rocks, chipping one and cracking the other straight in half.
"They say her hair is spun of shimmering gold and her eyes sparkle like the sea under the setting sun, set with stars," the prince murmurs, tilting his head back. Green shadows trickle
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Literature
The Night Maids (XI-XX)
XI.
Liam does not really know what to expect when Moira storms into Sunshine Morningsun's head – she looks perfect as always, except for the slight downturn of her colorless lips and her bright orange eyes that almost seem to spark with flames when she notices Liam.
He's chatting with Sunshine Morningsun, holding onto the bit he's just managed to stuff into an unhappy unicorn's mouth. Sunshine is stroking the glittering mane and eying the sapphire and diamond horn with undeniable delight in her expression. She and Liam are cheerfully discussing how everyone in the world just needs to calm down and take a deep breath when Moira stalks over.
Liam, who is somewhat oblivious to the moods of all Maids, not just Moira's, beams at her. "Moira, look! Isn't this the coolest thing you've ever seen?" He pats the unicorn fondly, and its hide ripples from snow-white to summer sunshine gold. It tosses its head, looking less pleased. "I've named him Alex," Liam tells her happily. Sunshine nod
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Literature
Heart, Have No Pity
The train sways from side to side, gray subway lights washing away all color from the world, and the shuffle on his music player is playing only the songs Jesper hates. He hits the skip button again and again, tries to keep his briefcase pinned between his legs. There is a coffee stain on his shirt, but he did not have enough time to sprint to his bedroom and change before he had to leave to make his train on time. He cannot afford to be late again.
Skip-skip-skip. He should stop allowing his sister into his apartment; she always deletes his good music and replaces it with pop that Jesper despises. He thinks he hears his station being called in between the melodious shrieks of ABBA, so he snatches his bag and stumbles out the door, unwinding his headphones and stuffing his music player in his trench coat's pocket.
Jesper takes five steps before he glances up. The train has already rattled out of the station, and he is not in the correct place. He did not even know that the subway runs
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Literature
Willow Whips and Jellyfish Farming
Old Photographs
The way I remember my sister as a child was a scrawny girl, straw colored hair standing up in a shock around her face, her tongue poking through the gap between her two front teeth. In the haze of my memory of those days, she is covered with mud and wearing a dress, the lace discolored with dust and dirt. She refuses to eat anything that is not colored red and despises chocolate cake, and in those long ago days, she hated reading and played with Barbies – although her version of playing usually ended up with one or more of the Barbies being decapitated or tossed from the loft to the living room when they were forced to walk the plank. She calls herself Queen Maria and wants to be a jellyfish farmer when she grows up and screams when we watch Harry Potter and the Chamber of Secrets. Closing my eyes, I see my younger sister, who steals the blankets and had a vendetta against pants and tossed her leftovers into the bonfires when camping as a sacrifice to the Gr
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Literature
The Legend of Mercy Wray
"Mercy," Guinevere begs, pianist hands grasping for the loose wisps of Mercy's long blue dress, "Please, dear, get back on the boat." The ship is listing to the side, deck slowly inclining. Clouds tower over them like tidal waves, obscuring the starry sky and crooked grin of the silver half moon. Mercy smiles gently at Guinevere, reassuring, then loops her arm under Guinevere's and breaks her grip on the fabric, slow, rhythmic steps taking her closer and closer to the front of the ship. The incline is too steep for Guinevere to risk letting go of her rope, and she shouts Mercy's name, begging her to return to safety.
Mercy's head is tilted, a slight smile playing at the corner of her lips, as if she is listening to a song far beyond anyone else's comprehension. Her bare feet are as quiet as her lips, gray eyes glowing with the silver and pale, pure white of her magic. She glides across the deck, oblivious to the slant, and gently leaps up onto the railing, colorless hair and full skirt
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Literature
The Night Maids (I - X)
I.
The nightmares frolic in your mind – turning over tables, tossing you off of cliffs, singing you a lullaby that makes you scream for mommy when you're finally released. They slip poison in your mother's tea, dance on your best friend's still fresh grave. Bloody teeth and glowing eyes, acid saliva and venomous kisses…oh, the nightmares do so reveal in their knowledge of how to break you.
And the good dreams, the ones where you wake up smiling. A kiss, maybe, from the cute worker with the cubicle next to yours, or the student with the freckles desk one behind and two to the left whom you share Algebra II with. Or possibly flight – most everyone dreams of flight, of course we do. Reach for the stars and all that; it's ingrained deep within our souls to seek it by now. Maybe, in your good dreams, you've got locks of gold and a smile that shames the sun and people fall to their knees as you pass, pushing their foreheads into the dirt, and then you wake up to poundin
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Literature
The Universe on a Ceiling (For a Daddy)
Once upon a time, that girl over there asked her daddy to paint the universe on her ceiling.
"I want the stars and the planets," she said, "Sirius and Andromeda and a supermassive black hole. Maybe some dark matter to lurk in the corners, or a quasar star instead of my kitty nightlight."
Her father went outside with a bucket and a ladder spun from sunlight, harvest at dusk, just as the sun slinks beneath the horizon. Her
father set the ladder on the hill behind the house, climbed up, and he wrung the universe from the sky.
He wrung out the stars and the planets, Sirius and Andromeda and a supermassive black hole, or maybe two. He wrung out the dark matter and the quasar nightlight. He even harvested a comet to line the hallway with, so his daughter would have sure footing when wandering at night.
Then he folded up the ladder and went back inside the house, the bucket of the universe thumping at his leg. He went to garage and found giant rollers, a tarp and a pan, and he went to his dau
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WildWolfMoon94
Look, it's a stalker site!
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United States
Current Residence: Behind your closet door.
Favourite genre of music: Really depends on my mood, but just about everything.
Favourite style of art: Um, let's see here...Japanese otaku...can't possible be...*GASP* it can't be manga!
Favourite cartoon character: ...Far too many to list
Personal Quote: "Bears love humans (they taste like chicken)."
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Guys. Guys. I finished the rough draft of my novel. 90,000 words and 295 pages and three months and I'M DONE WITH THE ROUGH DRAFT

and i can't stop shaking god
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NIGHTSTORM77 Featured By Owner Nov 23, 2014  Student Writer
HAPPY BIRTHDAY!
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GymnastixJenny Featured By Owner Nov 23, 2014
Happy birthday! Your writing is amazing and I'm exceptionally envious. :P ;P
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ShadowHunter2002 Featured By Owner Jul 18, 2014  Hobbyist Writer
I've read your story, www.fanfiction.net/s/5251546/1…, and it was one of the most amazing stories I've ever read!
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ellymango Featured By Owner Nov 23, 2013  Hobbyist Writer
Happy birthday~! :heart:
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bugmen0t2013 Featured By Owner Jul 20, 2013  Hobbyist Writer
Enjoying your work so far.
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a100negros Featured By Owner Jul 20, 2013
Your work is neat. :)
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a100negros Featured By Owner Jul 20, 2013
Your latest piece was pretty cool. Moar! :)
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a100negros Featured By Owner Jul 20, 2013
Nice.
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a100negros Featured By Owner Jul 20, 2013
Your latest piece was pretty cool. Moar! :)
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OffTempoPianist Featured By Owner Nov 23, 2012  Hobbyist General Artist
Happy Birthday! C:
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ProfessorGrinwood Featured By Owner Feb 23, 2012  Student General Artist
Thank you for favoriting my comic elskan mín!
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BlakeGreene Featured By Owner Jan 14, 2012
Hello! How's life going? It's been a while since we last spoke, but talking isn't the main reason i'm here C:

I'm here to tell you that I finished the picture you comissioned me last year, and to tell you that I can't apologize enough for how late it is. I hope you'll accept it?

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upsidedowngirl14 Featured By Owner Jan 10, 2012
Hey I'm making a video montage thing on youtube for my gymnastics team, is it ok if I use your poem "Of being A Gymnast" in it? I'd credit you and put a link to the poem if u would like :) lemme know!
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WildWolfMoon94 Featured By Owner Jan 11, 2012
Go right ahead :D
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upsidedowngirl14 Featured By Owner Jan 11, 2012
thanks :) heres a link if u wanna see it...
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KoinuSeev Featured By Owner Dec 22, 2011
Hi, im another random person telling you something that im pretty sure you forgot
Im one of the friends you had in this page like... 2 years ago.
Dont expect you to remember anything, just to make you sure. Take care :D
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Badgerkai Featured By Owner Dec 7, 2011  Hobbyist General Artist
hihi~~ im just a random person but ive read alot of your literature and its AMAZING!! so i thought that you might like to join my competition? its writing compettion, and its kakuhidan you can go to my journel for moar about it!! :iconhurrhurrplz: but if your too busy thats ok!
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littlecloudflower Featured By Owner Nov 23, 2011  Student Writer
Happy birthday! :party: :D
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:icondrevilplz: Have a wonderfuly evil/awesome birthday~!
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WildWolfMoon94 Featured By Owner Nov 23, 2012
:XD: Thank you, lovely!
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