Open Your Eyes & See. For Once, Actually Look At What’s In Front Of You...

He took the matchbox from my shaking hands and lit one. The whole thing caught flame easily. Hardly stepping away he dropped it on the ground, which sparked an immediate chain reaction.  We'd done good prepping.

He wrapped his arm around me, and I leaned into him.  It was a warm autumn evening; he had sundrops in his hair, the air smelled of wildflowers and gasoline. Running his fingers trough my hair he began humming a familiar tune, a lullaby father had taught me.  I glanced up at him, and saw the reflection of our home in his eyes. Something inside broke and collapsed. I finally dared look straight at the house. The fire had spread quickly, already eating away at the upstairs outer wall.

Smoke began to clog the view before our lungs.  He took a deep breath, and began guiding me gently toward the car. A single suitcase filled with books & paintings laid on the back seat. It was all we'd taken from our years here.  I wrapped his coat tighter around myself, as we drove off into the world outside the manor.

My website got a full makeover this summer. It’s now running again, (under a new address, so make sure to get it right) The shop is closed & will stay that way, until the medieval festival is over. I apologize for any inconveniences.

semi-abandoned main of @fandomvampirate other projects to be listed..

Remembering that time I wrote a bunch of cryptic shorts 'bout cannibalism.

I thought the light was blinking.

It wasn’t.

I was...

I have no idea how to keep it neat with so many wildly unrelated things going on.. I've decided to try something before it gets out of hand, so some of the tags in the pinned are pretty deserted to start with. I'm gon' do whatever for a year or so, see what sticks. getting a ware-overdo, so hopefully I'll at least be getting back into music & some edits soon :)

Some days I will look into the mirror and see a stranger. Or looking back at me might be someone I've been searching desperately on another day, yet now grieve to see. It is not that I'm a stranger to myself, my soul I know, but these expressions, they don't belong on a face I'd read as mine. This form betrays me. These feet can't carry, and this voice can't say.. it frustrates me. And I search. I run these fingertips across it, sometimes enjoying bits of it, sometimes wondering if there's somehow I might mold it to better fit. But the truth is there's nothing much wrong with the body. I might admire it even, were I not trapped in it. But it doesn't feel like it should belong to me, doesn't feel right on me.

Is that you in the pictures?

Um.. no

Some of them are my friends, (photos I took) some are just images from stock-sites edited by me

I realize posting finglish twice a week is flooding the feed. thinking of moving it. this is why I said 'testing'.

falling deeper, slowly fading away.

harder to reach each and every day.

lonelier, by every word I say.