The Red Chronicles :Intro by Savant-fu, literature
Literature
The Red Chronicles :Intro
I gasped as he ran his knife along the edge of my trousers, slicing them open. I winced when began dabbing the long, deep wound with alcohol. He gave me an apologetic look, but kept on working. It was all I could do not to scream when he took the needle, and sterile thread and began stitching my flesh back together. I looked at my brother, Robby, and he gave me a sympathetic smile,
"You bastard," I said "You-" but my insult was cut off by the intense pain of William ripping open the bottom of my shirt, which was wet and sticky and red with my own blood. He gently inspected the circular hole in my lower abdomen, and even through a fog of bru
It's Nice
Sometimes
To Float
Invisible
Against The
Hum
Of a
Crowd
It's Nice
To
Be Alone
Surrounded
By People
That
Calming Quiet
In
Your Mind
But Sometimes
It's
Actually Nice
To
Be Seen
Some memories, they boil and writhe, they fight to escape, to consume you, to fill you with self pity and anger and frustration. These memories are sour, they burn your throat like vinegar. These memories are colors that are vague and ugly. A yellow color, or maybe mauve. These memories are thick, like molasses. When they win, you're stuck, like a fly in honey, your wings so heavy you can't fly.
The Red Chronicles :Intro by Savant-fu, literature
Literature
The Red Chronicles :Intro
I gasped as he ran his knife along the edge of my trousers, slicing them open. I winced when began dabbing the long, deep wound with alcohol. He gave me an apologetic look, but kept on working. It was all I could do not to scream when he took the needle, and sterile thread and began stitching my flesh back together. I looked at my brother, Robby, and he gave me a sympathetic smile,
"You bastard," I said "You-" but my insult was cut off by the intense pain of William ripping open the bottom of my shirt, which was wet and sticky and red with my own blood. He gently inspected the circular hole in my lower abdomen, and even through a fog of bru
It's Nice
Sometimes
To Float
Invisible
Against The
Hum
Of a
Crowd
It's Nice
To
Be Alone
Surrounded
By People
That
Calming Quiet
In
Your Mind
But Sometimes
It's
Actually Nice
To
Be Seen
Some memories, they boil and writhe, they fight to escape, to consume you, to fill you with self pity and anger and frustration. These memories are sour, they burn your throat like vinegar. These memories are colors that are vague and ugly. A yellow color, or maybe mauve. These memories are thick, like molasses. When they win, you're stuck, like a fly in honey, your wings so heavy you can't fly.
Kpop quiz
1. First KPOP Group? SNSD. I was on a Sims 2 Dreamwidth and the owner had posted the GEE and Genie MVs.
2. First KPOP Song? Gee. XD
3. Favorite Male KPOP Group? Tough one. But TBH, the boygroup I can stand the most is probably SHINee (not counting Hello) or Bigbang (I only care about GD and TOP, though)
4. Favorite Female KPOP Group? 2NE1
5. Favorite Solo Artist? Ailee