October 2011
5 posts
it’s not the same though, in the end.
ugh.
the problem is that i can’t envision him.
because in all reality, silver paint everywhere just looks bad.
:|
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ok no more no more.
i am going to pretend this is like an ap lit study guide. which means i will stay up late until i finish it.
and possibly go to bed at 3. possibly. and then wake up again early tomorrow. and cram during all possible time.
as long as i make it in before 12:45 PM.
it’s going to be a long night ahead.
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ARGH YOU GUYS, STOP TRYING TO COPY HER BECAUSE YOU JUST CAN’T PULL IT OFF, JFC.
gdi, there’s a fine line between pretty prose and purple prose and just. ugh. i don’t even know what i’m reading anymore because there are too many metaphors and there are so many things going on, but not in a good, subtle way, but in an absolutely unnecessary way.
fuck gais. what are you...
testing
September 2011
10 posts
it just makes me a bit sad because everything i...
everything that i write is so terrible, i really don’t even know.
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okay back to work.
i’m going to write this little bitch.
and also loool, at that one mothafucka thinking it was all him.
it’s kind of funny, really, because i have so few followers in consideration of the fact that i’ve been here for two years, but all my followers have so many other followers, i still get a bunch of notes anyway.
lol, i mean what.
emoing.
maybe i’ve never felt lonely because i had the great fortune to never truly be alone.
i think the problem with me is that i take myself...
i first sat down at 3:30
now it’s 5:40
i managed to get sidetracked looking up living statues, eating dinner, and even watching tv.
what.
is
wrong
with
me.
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... i don't know
sometimes i just suffer from this huge inferiority complex like, “why can’t i be more like them?”
... i'm going to combine a bunch of things...
i think that will work better.
but i feel like shit, so i'm going to go take a...
this is probably just my way of procrastinating, but you know.
okay well that's not entirely true.
i must’ve started at least six new projects, and yet none of them are complete.
that is typical.
lol look at the dates.
i haven’t written anything since the end of june.
how sad.
so it seems that whenever i set my mind to...
well then.
here we go.
i’m not even sure where to begin.
i guess i will go back through my dreamwidth entries and start from there, but i don’t know which one first.
i feel like paper street would be easier, partly because it’s easy to bullshit with skimming timelines and vague descriptions and such.
following, i want to re-do, but having lost so much of it, i’m kind...
June 2011
15 posts
okay slept for a bit and changed my theme.
weird; it seems that when i procrastinate on schoolwork i head over to lj, and when i procrastinate on writing, i come here.
and i only procrastinate because i tell myself there’s a deadline. idk what’s wrong with me.
ANYWAY the point of this post was to muse over whether or not i should weave in romantic elements… i feel like i should. right now it’s just about...
i’m really tired: c
urgh okay gtfo tumblr so i can work on writing...
idk, it’s just a bit frustrating really, that someone who puts no effort whatsoever into their writing and can’t even write, really, gets the same amount of comments that i do - a grand total of 4.
idek man. i mean, on the one hand what does that say about fandom, and on the other, what does that say about me?
although maybe this is just because i didn’t write that one piece...
ahahaha fuck you too.
GRRRRR
okay fine, i will write your traditional cookie...
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are you not used to things in third person, things...
although, really, i mean. what. realistic? are you shittin me.
although, yeah, it’s more gritty than raspberry’s traditional flowing sentences and pretty imagery.
ironic, because i ended up writing this to use an excess of metaphors. maybe my sense of what’s cool and what isn’t is just pretty whacked…
do i scare people or something idgi
this situation right now is so sad that i can appropriately write “lol” and actually mean it, because yes, fandom, you amuse me greatly.
inferiority complex.
really.
the modern day writers of fandom are good, but not that good. i mean. they’re good with words, they make you smile at witticisms or revel in wondrous descriptions, but to have that beautiful ache. And yes, beautiful is the only way I can think of to describe it.
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oh, the things that were once good…
gackt’s music, gazette fics, capslocking at odd hours in the morning.
i suppose all that’s behind us now.
idkidk why am i so bad at this idkidk.
lol wait i'm going to use that, liquid fire...
it's horrible really,
the contradistinction between these two styles.
one clipped and formal, the other flowing, liquid fire between your hands.
/sigh.
AHH WHAT AM I GOING TO DO
THESE ARE CLEARLY TWO DISTINCT STYLES
IT’S A GOOD THING, REALLY, THAT THE STYLE CHANGED BECAUSE THE STYLE SUCKED BEFORE BUT IDK IDK SHOULD I REWRITE THE WHOLE THING THEN OR WHAT SLDFKJSLFJSLFKJSLDKJ
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man.
man.
see, that is the difference between trying to type shit out on your computer screen, and sitting down and brain storming, letting the words go go go flow, ink on paper, and damn, what a world of difference.
or in other words, the difference between “nice fic i’d read” and “bamf shit i’d mem.”
> the fact that i’d read a fic i wrote is implied...
April 2011
1 post
You sit there in the corner by yourself, your hair unwashed, wearing your pajama top and a pair of jeans that squeeze your stomach fat over the edges. Your glasses are dirty, your nail polish is chipped, and you wear a pair of old flip flops that are falling apart.
This is the life.
March 2011
2 posts
let's write our names on the ground in gasoline...
hi, my name is grace and i’m your average short asian kid running around california.
i like writing “trololol” on the ground in the sand, and eating the second to last cookie in the box. i listen to jrock. sometimes, i need a place to vent. These are my tracked tags/the things I post or reblog the most often:
j-rock: 9goats black out, acid black cherry, born, d’espairsray, deluhi, dir en...
wow, i haven't been here in awhile.
when it comes to these personal blog things, i guess i alternate between tumblr and livejournal, and decided that i do indeed like livejournal better.
I’ve had that shit since 09, and it’s not going to go away anytime soon.
But anyway. The reason why I came here.
brb, testing shit out.
December 2010
33 posts
this coming from someone who likes to be alone.
why can’t life be easy.
mine probably is, huh, compared to other people’s.
idk. idkdkdiddkdidkdkdidkdkddd whatthefuckdoidonow.
i'm so scared to be alone.
idk.
idk idk idk idk idk idk idk idk.
fuck. ufskljflskfjlsfjdlfjlfjsldfj, lsk;dfja;skgjw2wpsdfkepp3rkqpkcx
i’m so frustrated right now.
it’s all my fault too. i mean.
i mean.
i mean seriously.
what the fuck am i supposed to do now.
the thing is that there is nothing that i can do. i feel sick. i don’t want to write anymore.
it's fucking frustrating okay.
all these fucking people like and reblog my shit indirectly through other blogs. what the fuck.
whatever, fuck this. i shouldn’t be on tumblr anyway.
idk,
should i delete shit? i think that’s kinda uncalled for…
:/
i could lock everything… fuckfuckfuck. i think i’ll unlink writing for now. idk about comms though. maybe he won’t notice.
all my entries are locked anyway, there’s not much to see. all the unlocked entries are fandom only, so it’s not like it’s even remotely interesting....
and if you go anywhere near livejournal, i am...
why the fuck are you here?
what the fuck. what the fuck.
i think i know. you’re trying to keep tabs on me aren’t you? you saw that facebook post didn’t you? can’t stand it? get the fuck out. i cannot put up with your bullshit anymore. i don’t know what makes you think that you have the right. get out, get out, this is for me and for me only. i am so tempted to block you right now, you have no...
