bittersweet and strange
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Loki, without a doubt. He’s just so misunderstood and in need of a hug and someone to talk to, someone that’ll listen. There’s a slew of other reasons (mainly based on my own head canon of him) but I’m falling short on how to put it into words. Thor is far too arrogant and pig headed for me, although he is a bit like an oversized puppy and…adorable, none the less.
I got home from Prom about an hour ago.
My favourite moment was when me and three of my friends belted out Don’t Want to Miss a Thing by Aerosmith.
One old friend told me I looked liked Belle (unaware that was my intention), I beamed.
I wish it wasn’t over and I don’t want to take my dress off.
Proper photo’s tomorrow.
I’m exhausted.
Goodnight.
#personal #me #prom #i am so tiredThis song is navy and deep purple and it sounds the way velvet would feel.
I am a writer who never writes and a reader who never reads.
That sentence is fully true and horribly haunting.
I do write every day, in a sense, but not the way in which I should. No stories put to paper, the concrete stories that I do think of, only every exist as a wisp in my mind. I have ideas, much like every writer but never do I know where to go with them aside from the few thoughts I have. Perhaps, I know, that I should just write and see what comes of it… but I never do. I am hit regularly with bursts of inspiration but never do I write them down, never do I give them life.
I read consistently, that much is true. I always have a book on my person or I at least try to. The problem is that I read at a glacier rate. Books I could of engulfed in a matter of days now take weeks and weeks. Is it that I’m too busy, too impatient, too lazy or distracted? I miss reading and yet I do a little bit everyday.
If I rarely do the things that make me what I say I am, am I even those things that I say I am?
Once Upon a Time Finale
Contains possible spoilers and a spam of gifs, go on if you dare.
