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wilwheaton: “The brilliant philosophy of a first grader.” (via...

Thu, 03 May 2012 10:55:23 -0400

wilwheaton:

“The brilliant philosophy of a first grader.”

(via Reddit)

Peeta: My name is Peeta. Katniss: Real. Peeta: Your name is Katniss. Katniss: Real. Peeta: You love...

Sun, 01 Apr 2012 20:32:46 -0400

Peeta: My name is Peeta.

Katniss: Real.

Peeta: Your name is Katniss.

Katniss: Real.

Peeta: You love me.

Katniss: Real.

Peeta: You like my Bread Jokes?

Katniss: Not real.

Peeta: I thought they made you Loaf?

Katniss: No, they don’t.

Peeta: Rye not?

Katniss: …

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Thu, 23 Feb 2012 23:10:26 -0500

Pandora's Dream

Mon, 06 Feb 2012 22:39:11 -0500

I sit on the cool floor, calm…waiting. I taste the silent seconds, rolling them around in my mouth. I sit silently, eyes closed, listening to the sound of nothing. I am not lonely, only alone with myself, begging myself to stay still and not open my eyes. I don’t know why, but I know that I must not move.

What is out there? I wonder. Just a peek, just a little peek. What could possibly happen? I know that now that the thought has leaked into my brain, I won’t be able to get it out of my head, less it drives me blind. I crack open an eyelid. A gust of wind strong enough to knock the wind out of me hits me like a train. I am not thrown back though. Instead, the wind pushes me forward, towards the blackness. Then the whispering begins.

The whispers slither into my ears and through my open mind, possessing and caressing me. They urge me forward, whispering all the way. I can’t understand what’s being said, but the whispers are soft and soothing. I feel as though I am in a dream, floating on the breath of whispers. Something touches me, pulling me out of my dream. I whip my head to the side and look around me. I can’t tell what is there at first, but I see movement. Finally I realize what they are. Bodies. Creatures. Slowly reaching out to grab me. Whispering. They are barely moving, as though they are chained down by some imaginary force. I’m scared- terrified. I want to go back, back to the silence, to the safety. I squeeze my eyes shut. Cool, clammy hands run down my legs and arms and grab my hands and ankles. They force me to move forward, even though all I’m trying to do is turn around. Then, all at once, they freeze, holding me in place. The whispers stop. If I hadn’t known better, I would have thought I was alone. I slowly open my eyes. There is something in front of me.

It is a box. A small box, almost like a jar. Colors swirl all around it, glowing. Reds, blues, purples, and yellows move all along the box, even past the edges of it. I stare at it for what seems like hours. Suddenly, the whispers start again. The creatures start pulsating, along with the glow of the box, along with the beat of my heart. I feel my hands being released and gently pushed forward, towards the box. I take control of my hands and move them up more, closer and closer to the box. The whispers get louder. I put my hands on the lid. I feel it move underneath me, as though it’s alive. The creatures are pulsating faster, whispering to me, touching me all over. I’m terrified again, but temptation has gotten the best of me. I open the lid.

Soul-searchin’

Tue, 31 Jan 2012 08:35:47 -0500

Soul-searchin’

World of Text

Mon, 30 Jan 2012 23:50:09 -0500

World of Text:

I stumbled upon this the other day, and I think it’s one of the coolest sites I’ve ever seen. I could spend hours scrolling through the whole thing, learning about other people and what they were thinking about, where they’re from, etc, and still never see it all. It’s mind-blowing. Feel free to add your own thoughts to it. I definitely have. :D

The Office.

Mon, 30 Jan 2012 12:16:21 -0500

The Office.

Photo

Sun, 29 Jan 2012 21:21:41 -0500

Can’t contain the feelings I have for this picture.

Thu, 26 Jan 2012 10:20:28 -0500

Can’t contain the feelings I have for this picture.

No. :(

Thu, 26 Jan 2012 10:19:00 -0500

No. :(

Try living with 11 cats like this.

Wed, 25 Jan 2012 20:41:53 -0500

Try living with 11 cats like this.

I just really love Big Bang Theory.

Wed, 25 Jan 2012 14:50:07 -0500

I just really love Big Bang Theory.

Little One

Wed, 25 Jan 2012 14:49:22 -0500

When I was around 8 years old, I was going on a train ride with my family (I can’t remember why). My mom told me that I could bring ONE thing with me: either a Pokémon card, or my stuffed animal orca. This was the hardest decision of my life. After much contemplation, I chose my orca because I literally could not go anywhere without him. Thinking back on it now, if someone gave me that choice again, I honestly don’t know what I’d do. I don’t want to think about it. Good thing I have both Little One and my Pokémon cards here with me.

This is Little One. He sits on my bed in my dorm room.