| Alex Fletcher is not your average seventeen-year-old guy. He can do things that nobody else can. But when he finds another person who can do all the things he can do, how is he going to deal with it? |
| Alex Fletcher is not your average seventeen-year-old guy. He can do things that nobody else can. But when he finds another person who can do all the things he can do, how is he going to deal with it? |


heart as big as a house.teased by his mind, tortured by his mystery, a young man stands naked in the shower, trying to clean himself of his sins.heart as big as a house.
theyve been together for just over a week now, and hes already feeling the melancholy uncertainty and restless hesitation.
the immeasurable pressure of his fathers will crushes down upon his brain, as he waits for the day of untimely justice.
sixty-six minutes and four seconds after the hesitant Hello?, they bid each other goodbye without so much as an I


huh...?texting just doesnt get it out fast enough.huh...?
i need to see him. right now.
its the only way that its going to work, otherwise i think im going to explode with all this weird stuff.
i think my logic centre just said screw you and threw itself in front of a speeding train. so dont go asking me why cause there is no way i can even begin to give you a straight answer.
whats he going to say to that? i just sent him five text messages worth of venting rant, and i have plenty more where that came from.


simple truths.am I supposed to see a pitiful, angsty teen, all black clothes and self-inflicted pain, or am i supposed to see a confident, manly young man, full of energy and general awesomeness?simple truths.
the likeness to a thick, black pool of melancholy that i see in his eyes for the briefest of moments would shock everyone who knows him to be the childish teen who never stops smiling.
thought i cant think why, sometimes i get the feeling that he hates just being himself.


Photon Dance.isnt it sad when you cant remember the last time you saw the moon paint mediocre pictures on the wall?Photon Dance.
as i lay here in my uncomfortable bed, my mind floods back to a time of fear and laughter and razored contrasts.
do you pity me? if you do, dont. because even i dont know any more but really, im fine.

| So yes. I am me. I love BoyLove romance stories. Shut up... I live in a house that people tell me is awesome. But I don't think its that great. I love everyone but a few people who annoy me. If you talk to me I will more than likely talk back. I don't expect you to read anything that I write. Especially the stories, as each part is 3500 words. So don't waste your time. |
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...and then it was dead.
Icon credit to the lovely Mori-Haru: [link]
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Death is the high cost of living.
hallo.
i am putting together my UQ scholarship thingy.
=]
how are you?
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Death is the high cost of living.
i have to do that too =/
so many things, so little time.
but at least i have cookies =]
And I am blessed with almost no school work to do over this weekend.
So if you want me to help you with anything just ask, mmk?
Cause I know for a fact that I won't be doing anything =]
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Death is the high cost of living.
as a matter of fact, i have a lot to do, and i can probably do it, i just dont have the motivation =]
but i wrote my personal statement thingy for scholarship application, yay =] i'm over the word limit so i need to cut it down then i'm done.
in other news. i can't draw sinusoidal graphs by hand.
=]
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Death is the high cost of living.
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