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[Jul. 4th, 2030|07:53 pm] |
Rose soaks Lily's neck and shoulder and groans into her ear as though something jagged and wrong were being drawn out of her body. She moans "Oh no, no, no," because for Rose, it has just happened.
It is important to attend funerals. It is important to view the body, they say, and to see it committed to earth or fire because unless you do that, the loved one dies for you again and again.
"No no no..."
Lily pats Rose gently on the back, the way you would a baby.
Rose whimpers into her shoulder, "I'm sorry."
But what should she be sorry for? A body doesn't need a reason to be sorry. Sorry is a free-floating commodity.
"I love you," says Rose.
"I know."
"Never leave you."
"It's okay."
"Kathleen."
The word becomes a keening and Rose crumples in agony at the extraction of that last mortal shard. It's the one that hurts the worst, she tried to leave it where it was so it could kill her slow and numb, the last lethal fragment. Her name.
Lily guides Rose to the floor retching, past crying, and finally begins to rock on her heels.
"It's okay. It's all right now, Rose."
And Rose takes her first unfettered breath.
~Fall On Your Knees, book 9: The Family Tree by Ann-Marie MacDonald (page 542)
anything important is considered "friends only". Comment here to be added. |
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| Stolen from carley |
[Feb. 21st, 2010|12:03 am] |
put your mp3 player on shuffle, use the first lines from the first 20 songs to make a poem. The first song is the title.
I'd like to say that I tried
I get up in the evening and I ain't got nothing to say
You know the day destroys the night
How cruel is the Golden Rule?
I think we have an emergency
You are the dark ocean bottom
Stranger than your sympathy, this is my apology
Something about you reminds me of all those times when I wasn't sorry, when I wasn't blue
HI! My name is what? My name is who? My name is...
I left my home by the ocean, I left my love by the sea
I had a dream I was moving forward, flowing gently to the sun
Cried all night til there was nothing more, what use am I as a heap on the floor?
Cotton candy and a rotten mouth, you know you're so fucked up, you know I couldn't help but have it for you
Sometimes I wanna quit this all and become an accountant now
you were wrong, you were right, and you are gone tonight
The city freeze for, I just realised I don't like you.
I see a bad moon rising
I heard you sing a rebel song, sung it loud and all alone
Run freedom run, freedom run away
Goodbye England's rose, may you ever grow in our hearts |
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[Feb. 2nd, 2010|05:31 pm] |
Normally, Ryan preferred somewhere a little quieter, more low-key and classy and straight out of a 1960s movie, but those were not the types of places you took your child fucktoy, so he was currently seated at a booth in some dimly-lit sports bar, munching cheerfully on a honey garlic chicken wing, somewhat oblivious to his surroundings. Here, at least, it was quieter than the motorcycle place that they normally frequented, which meant that it was free of the distractions of other people, for the most part, and he could spend more time either antagonizing Jon or staring at Brenna's tits or ass, which were of course Ryan's two favourite hobbies. And speaking of which, his beer glass had been empty for several minutes and he was down to his last two wings, so he leaned over to "whisper" drunkenly to Jon, "WE SHOULD MAKE BRENNA GET US SOME BEER AND WINGS SO WE CAN SMACK HER ASS WHEN SHE GETS UP!" Grinning in satisfaction of his brilliant secret plan that Brenna would never cotton on to, he leaned back to finish the rest of his chicken wings.
So much for quiet, low-key, and classy. |
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[Jan. 26th, 2010|12:43 am] |
1. If you're on my friends list, I want to know 35 things about you. I don't care if we never talk, or if we already know everything about each other. Short and sweet is fine.
2. Comment here with your answers and repost the questionnaire on your own journal.
01) Are you currently in a serious relationship?
02) What was your dream growing up?
03) What talent do you wish you had?
04) If I bought you a drink what would it be?
05) Favourite vegetable?
06) What was the last book you read?
07) What zodiac sign are you?
08) Any Tattoos and/or Piercings? Explain where.
09) Worst Habit?
10) If you saw me walking down the street would you offer me a ride?
11) What is your favourite sport?
12) Do you have a Pessimistic or Optimistic attitude?
13) What would you do if you were stuck in an elevator with me?
14) Worst thing to ever happen to you?
15) Tell me one weird fact about you.
16) Do you have any pets?
17) What if I showed up at your house unexpectedly?
18) What was your first impression of me?
19) Do you think clowns are cute or scary?
20) If you could change one thing about how you look, what would it be?
21) Would you be my crime partner or my conscience?
22) What colour eyes do you have?
23) Ever been arrested?
24) Bottle or can soda?
25) If you won $10,000 today, what would you do with it?
26) What's your favourite place to hang out at?
27) Do you believe in ghosts?
28) Favourite thing to do in your spare time?
29) Do you swear a lot?
30) Biggest pet peeve?
31) In one word, how would you describe yourself?
32) Do you believe/appreciate romance?
33) Favourite and least favourite food?
34) Do you believe in God?
35) Will you repost this so I can fill it out and do the same for you? |
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[Oct. 25th, 2009|01:09 am] |
That's the number of physical "records" I counted and sorted today, in "box A" (which goes from A to J). There are 94 records, which are:
( massive number of albums under the cut )
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| The time has come, the walrus said... |
[Jan. 16th, 2009|05:54 pm] |
I said on December 19 that I wanted to get a new journal when my paid account expired. My paid account has expired, and I have done such. I can now be found at ![[info]](http://l-stat.livejournal.com/img/userinfo.gif?v=92.1) theshadowland . Why "the shadowland"? Because I have wanted a Ryan Adams-inspired name for a long time, and that one suits me frighteningly well.
I've transfered over all of my friends, because I like you all (:P) but if you don't want to have been transfered over/had planned to de-friend me soon/whatever, let me know. :) I will not be deleting this journal--there's too much of my life in it--but I'll be using the other one instead.
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| My Second "Year In Review" |
[Dec. 10th, 2008|03:24 am] |
Jesus, that means I'm on my third year (well, I've had it for two full years now) of journalling with this name. LJ cuts are for losers, BTW.
January: I am oddly and equally obsessed at the moment by Shotter's Nation and The Charlatans.
February: I am reading The Hours.
March: I have socks that, when put on, will make my feet look like French Dogs.
April: HAPPY THIRD BIRTHDAY BLAINE!
May: As with all things, there is good nineties music and bad nineties music.
June: There's blood on my keyboard. Because I had a nosebleed, but I didn't know.
July: My new job can only be described as "drug pusher".
August: I talk a little about this every year but it amazes me that every year I feel the same way.
(I only updated my journal twice in August. The tenth and the seventeenth.)
September: I've been in college nearly two weeks now, and it's so much different than what I expected!
October: I wasn't sad about DPT , which was strange, because they're the first band I've loved while they were together who split up when I loved them with the exception of The Butchies, whom I did not love even remotely as much as DPT, and I was sadder about The Butchies, until Friends came on my iPod and suddenly I was so bloody sad about it that I'm sitting in the computer room trying my hardest not to cry.
(breanne, that's not a fucking sentence, that's a paragraph.)
November: it snowed today and stuck to the ground.
December: Isn't it strange that you were the one to go?
See the next entry for a much longer, actual, you know, entry.
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