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Month Long Winter Break

Oh my gosh, I feel like I have nothing to do this winter break. I’m going to be so bored….!!!

*Logs onto YouTube, types in British Boys*

OH MY GOSH, NOBODY BOTHER ME THIS WINTER BREAK.

*Scrolls down the recommended videos. Jacksgap, danisnotonfire, marcusbutlertv, pointlessblog, charlieissocool, discap, and SO MUCH MORE*

*Dies in front of computer from a massive heart attack caused by too much sexiness*

sofarouterspace asked: follow me on twitter @bizz_legendary

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why not? :)

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Just a Story.

OH MY GOODNESS. How joyful would it be if everybody in the entire world would click on this link. Also, if you just so happen to have a Wattpad account, please feel free to vote or comment or talk to me :) Thank you!!

http://www.wattpad.com/story/2049544-feeling-blue

Bittersweet

Okay, I know I’m being so annoying and whatever, but sometimes being annoying gets you places. So here I am again to promote my short story, Bittersweet. It literally takes tops five minutes to read, so I would appreciate it so much if you could!!!

Here’s the link: http://www.wattpad.com/5602133-bittersweet

Please, please. Thank you to infinity :) <3

I haven’t had writer’s block. I think it’s because my process involves writing very badly.

Two freaking words: Writer’s Block. The quote that I used to title it rings super true to me for some reason. No such thing as writer’s block, we just sometimes write pretty poorly.

Pretty painted canvas before the eyes

Tricking them with great poise and ease

Heightening the senses into overdrive

Pretty painted canvas before the eyes

An optical illusion to test its creativity

To catch the answer before it flees

Pretty painted canvas before the eyes

Why so simple it becomes convoluted

Into something far from what it seems

Pretty painted canvas before the eyes

Don’t stare back at me so bleakly blank

I hate it when you are so empty and white

Don’t Stop, Never Stop

MARRY THE NIGHT: THE PRELUDE PATHÉTIQUE

When I look back on my life, it’s not that I don’t want to see things exactly as they happened, it’s just that I prefer to remember them in an artistic way. And truthfully, the lie of it all is much more honest because I invented it. Clinical psychology tells us arguably that trauma is the ultimate killer. Memories are not recycled like atoms and particles in quantum physics; they can be lost forever. It’s sort of like my past is an unfinished painting and as the artist of that painting, I must fill in all the ugly holes and make it beautiful again. It’s not that I’ve been dishonest, it’s just that I loathe reality. For example, those nurses – they’re wearing next season Calvin Klein, and so am I. And the shoes – custom Giuseppe Zanotti. I tipped their gauze caps to the side like Parisian berets because I think it’s romantic, and I also believe that mint will be very big in fashion next Spring. Check out this nurse on the right, she’s got a great ass. Bam. The truth is, back then at the clinic, they only wore those funny hats to keep the blood out of their hair. And that girl on the left – she ordered gummy bears and a knife a couple of hours ago. They only gave her the gummy bears. I’d wished they’d only given me the gummy bears.

I think this is beautiful. Absolutely brilliant. It’s the prelude speech Lady Gaga gives before her new music video, “Marry The Night”. No matter what kind of Lady Gaga fan you are, you have to admit, this is deep. WHOA.

As long as we know in our hearts what Christmas ought to be, Christmas is.

Don’t be mad at me for writing this. Yes, it sparks controversy, because this sheds the light on the side that a lot of people face during the holidays. It’s not always lights and trees. I wish this on no one ever. And I hope you forgive me…

Shattering can be heard from a distance,

Where tile meets glass and glass meets tile.

Screeching commences as shoes step on it.

“Daddy, that was Santa’s milk!”

The sound of a Frisbee emits soon after.

“These fucking cookies can be with it!”

“Santa ain’t coming tonight, or never!”

The sweet mixture of milk and cookies,

Stuck to his shoes, leaving smudges,

Trailing to the front door, where he exits.

A slamming shakes the tiny house.

“Daddy, wait! Come back Daddy!”

“I didn’t mean to say that Daddy!”

The front door whips open again,

This time, a speedy wind greets the door.

“Get out of my face!” he yells in the wind,

Closing the door to his Mustang,

The engine revving like a roaring lion.

“Honey come back, it’s cold, hurry.”

Her voice shook like the cold wind,

Sounding relentlessly tired and weary.

“Why did Daddy go Mommy? Why?”

“Did I do something wrong?”

Salty tears watered her fragile eyes,

Dripping like a leaky faucet,

Turned off, but persists to leak.

“Honey, it’s time to go to bed.”

A deafening scream pierces the house,

As small padded footsteps thud

Towards the front door, opening again.

“Daddy wait. Please Daddy, wait for me.”

Running and running in the streets,

The little padded feet keep running

The sound of another pair of feet

Following closely, about to catch up

Then the two stops in the middle, heaving

 “I hate you Mommy.” Screaming again.

“You didn’t let me say…”

A pair of headlights comes ahead, a Mustang’s

Cutting the child off, before he finished saying,

“Merry Christmas.”

If we could see the stars as a child sees them, we would need no apocalypse.

I wrote this on a whim, so I could enter a poetry contest. This is usually not my style, but I hope you understand something similar to what I’m trying to portray here! I’m unsure about this 12/12/12 thing happening, so I wrote about it being fake :P

For once the world is silent, abnormally so

Every inch, holding their breaths, waiting

My eyes are clenching forcefully, insanely

Using every ounce, every part of my sanity

To pretend it is not real, to pray and pray

I can feel the anticipation thicker than syrup

As the world waits, waiting for something

Yet we also wait for nothing: the hope

I can feel the people’s mind trying to run

Run away from it all, running away from time

I grip onto my mother’s hand, trembling

The entire world is trembling and crying

So much that they could start a reaction

A chain reaction of floods and earthquakes

I suddenly feel an inner peace inside myself

Radiating through my whole body, but then

There’s a perpetual noise that commences

It continues to grow louder and louder

I want to scream for the world to stop

To just stop, so I roll over and reach over

Far enough to slam the snooze button

I slightly crack my eyes open to adjust

My digital clock reads 12/13/12

I used to think that you took my breath away, but now I realized I was suffocating from all your bullshit

One day, he will look at you and realize that you were the best thing he never had…

I will never forgive you

You hurt me intensely, the feeling unbearable

All respect has been lost, leaving in a flood

The gaping rift in my heart left to infinitely flow 

My mind utterly depleted, refusing to operate

I will never forgive you

You made me cry, tears escaping with no sense

Hitting the ground forcefully, silently puddling

Like rain dripping from the clouds, tears of angels

A fresh wave every time at the thought of memories

I will never forgive you