I'm Going For This On Halloween! EXcept I've Yet To Be Able To Find A Cat That'd Be Able To Enjoy Going

O.M.G... I never even knew these versions existed...Whelp it's been a few years since I bought the first book, time to replace it.

I admit, I shamelessly judge books by their covers, and I think I would enjoy The Dresden Files about 30% more if my set featured the European cover art. I love the paper texture, the haphazard taping job, the typewriter font, the various scuffs and stains that Dresden would inevitably accumulate on his case files, and the tagline at the top: MAGIC - IT CAN GET A GUY KILLED.

I'm to old for this shit...

Throwing away petty lies and moods

Thoughts and truths evident in the mind's eye

An eye weak with blindness to facts and hiding tresspasses

I taught myself to hate those who fuck me over...

Yet my nature isn't one of rejection

"You can't force me to change,"

Yet you changed so much

You changed into what you hated

Inception, I WILL make you better...

I will burn and rip and tear your constructions

Reject and gut apart your defences

I will make you see judgement and all it's nails digging into your soul

I will leave you?

Yes and no

I'm not one to cast others aside

I will let you make it up too me

I will wait and give you a reward of my trust and love

I will not force you to change

But if you care about me enough to make this contract

Then you will change into a better person

And only a better person can have me...

Openness

It was the first time in my life it seems, that I stopped acting, faking myself and really started looking in... I see how idealism clashes with cynicism, how anger fills my pours, and love creates my bones, I see how run downed I am, and how weeak I've become... I've opened up to men who are strangers about things I've hid deep inside, but they trust me with their own wrongs and thoughts and honor me the same way, I've told my whole class about an issue which has ruinned my life and about how hard it is for me to deal with my anger... Yet 9 mins over the time limit I was appaulded...

I"ve found my core and uprooted myself more then ever, and I'm reaching a changing point...

I'm starting to balance out, the battles are gettin g harder and no longer am I overcoming others and my environment, but now I must deal with myself...I'm finding out who truely loves me, who only used the love I've given, and in the ashes of the relationships I've held I find the clues to their undoing...

Some of a large set of pictures I took- Don't quite know if I'll get hit wih my own copywrite for this but wharves lol

Enjoy!

Let's say you had a chance to play any hero and any villain you wanted, what two characters would you pick?

Personally I'd pick Deadpool and Carnage

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So Ive realized that even though im very active on here I have yet to really post much about myself or really anything at all, is that weird? Probaly so...

The one thing I didn’t want or need was pity. I’d made my own choices, lived my own life, and even if they hadn’t all been smart choices, there weren’t many of them that I regretted.

Small Favour, Jim Butcher (via hamletsbitch)

Holmes Urgings

Urges and desires are often controllable, we fight them every day, hell we fight ourselves all the time… We bargain and delay our imaginings so that we can appeal to something or someone else… But theres a limit i suppose to where one could draw the line, and I guess I have done that lately… I am in the depths of a Holme’s Urging, where I find myself in the depths of self exploration, questioning and indulging in the tiniest of things; considering factors once removed from the table by bias. In the process you reject all other things not related to your issues and task and save for those persistent enough to seek you out you find yourself alone… Which blows but to that same end you realize the things you want… I know what i want… Yet I’ve found it as elusive as ever to my perception. I suppose I’d need to by my time but lately things have pushed me in a very, dare I say focused sort of state… priorities… priorities… I need to do what I’d hate to bare through…

beginning of my bio for a show

i would like to believe that I could be angry, that I could loath them just as much if not more then they me. I'm alone here, where there shouldn't be lines drawn and where eyes should be blind to colors and the judgement that tollows would be treated as something for the masses. Yet here I'm tormented by bias, by someones hope that I'd live as low as their expectations. Where open words and physical abuse once sufficed now rules and limitations seek to break my will. They make it out to be a sport, a game of me. Yet it only makes it easier for me to win. I can eat alone, live alone, and learn alone just fine my dear. They would not be able to get me out, that I'm sure of. My entire time at the acadmeny I was shunned, though my father had been a military man, and a leader at that just by the fact alone that I was colored made me less then any other cadet. We knew the same things, I would think that we had shared the same qualitications of enrollment, even the same education. It was still meaningless to them all. I was required to (Insert task here)

Eros

a passionate physical and emotional love based on aesthetic enjoyment; stereotype of romantic love

Ludus a love that is played as a game or sport; conquest; may have multiple partners at once

Storge an affectionate love that slowly develops from friendship, based on similarity

Pragma love that is driven by the head, not the heart

Mania obsessive love; experience great emotional highs and lows; very possessive and often jealous lovers

Agape selfless altruistic love; spiritual

Oh god I be seeing myself in this

Six types of Love