December 2010
25 posts
kat-reverie:
I should probably change my about info, and over 300 posts, I doubt this counts as “Probably never using this” huh?
Change it to “Probably never using this to actually blog”.
kat-reverie:
nidorinabby:
obese:
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the worker
Take the thing, attach to the other thing, move. Take the thing, attach to the other thing, move.
Where is she now? What should I even do without her? She didn’t have to run away. No, she didn’t. I loved her. So why did she run away? Was it my nose? My constant groaning? My unhealthy habits?
Take the thing, attach to the other thing, move.
We could have worked it out together. I...
megan rosalarian gedris: First drafts are always... →
rosalarian:
First drafts are always shitty. Even if you don’t think they suck, they do. They are filled with problems, inconsistencies, lazy wording, cliches, boring rambling paragraphs, stiff characters, and plot holes. You can’t always see them very clearly because you’re too close. Or sometimes, they’re…
musings over lunch
A language is a commonly agreed construct that connects something perceivable with our senses to a more or less abstract meaning.
Language is a language, in two ways. Speech connects sounds with meanings, writing connects abstract drawings with meanings, meanings connect sounds and abstract drawings. Some of these languages are mostly written (e.g. programming languages, mathematics), some are...
you shouldn't
A friend on the internet is someone who apologizes before sticking the knife in your stomach. You were strapped to a table, of course. He apologized for letting you live too long. You shouldn’t have done this. You shouldn’t have been allowed to do this. They all trusted you. You snuck into their lives and twisted them. You gained their trust. You seduced him. You used him and turned...
bitter chocolate
There was chocolate on his fingertips. He showed them to her. “What do you think? Could be better? Too sweet? Too clichéd?” She tilted her head to the right, then to the left and to the right again. There was something not quite right. It was brown, it smelled good, but no. Not quite right. It was like when you change a lightbulb. It gives light again, but there’s something...
