A Halloween RP (and some pictures)

To start off, I made a version of Bea for Halloween, and she is a vampire. She's very cute as a vampire. mhm. I also did one for Shade, in which she's in a dungeon (probs just getting done with almost killing someone), and is covered in blood. c:

And, a roleplay! It'll steadily get larger so I'll put it under a read more, and I'll just keep it under this post. So for updates on the roleplay, just click the RP and you'll see all replies, from my friend and from me. The characters of my friend are Shade, Nate, and Jade. I have Bea, Lea, and Jade. Ye. So let's begin!

A Farewell

So, I'm not going to explain anything. this hasn't been edited, or reread. just typed once. sorry, this is a little heavy today.

Dear Sara’s Grandma,

I’m writing to someone I’ve never met, and someone I never will meet. You died, on Thursday morning of last week. I never heard about you until early September, from your granddaughter, Sara. She told me that you meant so much to her, and that it was her fault that you were dying. 

I didn’t understand what was happening, why she thought it was her fault, but I knew that she loved you a lot. So I’m writing to you as a goodbye from a stranger. Although I will forget you in my later years, I remember you for now, and I want to say that I hope you’re in good hands now. I promised Sara that you would be, and that it would be better this way. That you would feel better once it was over.

But this isn’t just a farewell. Your granddaughter is brave, and scared at the same time. You told her to watch out for her family, and to be strong, and for a fifteen year-old, that is too much to ask for on your death bed. She is under pressure and is slowing cracking, and to hear that she needs to do even more than she is now from her grandmother who is slowly withering away… It made her shatter on the inside. I don’t mean to be cruel or make you guilty, just know that she is trying, for you, and that she cannot always keep your wishes.

I will keep an eye out for her, and to help her carry the weight on her shoulders. I promise you that. So, farewell, Sara’s grandmother. I hope you have a good life on the other side.

Sincerely, Bailey Giauque

So long, Farewell, auf Wiedersehen, Adieu

So, this is going to be my last post of the year. This was a really fun project, and I had a lot of fun with it! Though I didn't get many page views, I still had fun posting and making my blog look cute. At the beginning of the year, I was only going to post music reviews. Thank God I decided that was too restricted. Not only did I have fun posting, but it was fun reading my other friends blogs!
But, this is not only going to be a goodbye post. Last quarter, my teacher requested that I put all of my OCs (Lea, Millie, Bea) together in a situation. Although they've been in many situations together in the book I'm writing with my friends, I didn't exactly have them all together...by themselves. So, here's my final little story, which is basically all three of them screwing around. Enjoy!

"Um, who's she." Lea said, pointing at me. I smiled a little, waving, but scooted a little behind Bea. She glared at me, and shifted in front of her table that had gears scattered across it. I swallowed a little. Bea rolled her eyes, stepping away from me.
"It's Millie, a girl I'm babysitting for the day while Tyler and Cassie are out," Bea said, her voice a little bitter. "Ugh, I can't believe they came to me. Why do they think I'm good with kids?" As she spoke, I fidgeted a little, not really sure what to do, or to say. I didn't really mind that she was complaining, after all I deserved it, but I just didn't know what to do.
"H-Hi." I squeaked out, my voice smothered in a southern accent. "How're ya?" Lea and Bea's eyes shifted to me, violet and yellow piercing my orange. I bit my lip, taking a step forward. "I'm Millie, I like your doo-das." I pointed at the gears on her table and Lea scoffed, rolling her eyes.
"Doo-das. Great. Wonderful. Listen, kid, if you knew what these could do, your mind would stop working. I can guarantee that. After all, you're ten, right? Nevermind, don't answer that. I'm right. You can't begin to understand the abilities we can do, so your little head won't take in what these are. They aren't just doo-das." I looked at the table and then at her, scuffling my feet.
"Y'know, I have a power too." I mumbled, looking away. Lea quieted down, scanning me.
"Really?" She wasn't asking me; Instead, Bea shrugged, leaning against the wall. "Yeah, that's what Tyler told me. Something about clouds." I tilted my head up and smiled.
"I can control weather." Lea looked at me some more, her eyes flicking down my body, scanning it. "Hm." She hummed, and turned to her gears. Picking one up, she turned a dial and pointed it at me, a small light shining in my eyes. I squinted, turning my face away.
"Hey, what're you d--" Lea cut me off, pushing the light closer. "Shut it. I'm taking a few tests and notes with this." She said, looking at a little screen attached to the device. Her black lips were pursed, and the light shut off. I blinked a few times, dazed.
"Well, seems you're not lying, at least, you think you aren't. You can't control weather. Weather occurrences happen whenever your emotions go askew. When you're older you'll be able to control it. But for now, you're just an accident waiting to happen." I frowned a little, looking at Bea, who was standing from the wall.
"Don't be so harsh, Lea. She's just a kid. And she can control it a little, I bet." She said, defending me. I went quiet, looking at the floor. The two bickered for a while, talking about whether or not I should be tested, and whether or not I'm safe. Finally, Bea grabbed my hand, pulling me out the door.
"We're gonna get ice cream." She muttered, and I smiled a little, walking with her.
"I never had ice cream." I mumbled. She gasped, and scooped me up.
"Well, let's go get some, hm? You can't go on forever without having any," Bea said, pulling a small, tired smile. I smiled back.
"Yay!"
--

So, that was the little drabble I wrote. I didn't really have any idea in mind, just putting them together. And hoozah, they did stuff! Here's a picture of Lea and Millie, by the way (courtesy of Icon Generator):

Lea Vindico

Millie Stryker

If you want to make your own, go here. But, so this is sadly, farewell. I hope you all enjoyed this blog, because I put actual effort into this! Woo! So, later nerds, and have a nice life. Bye!! :D

I wrote a story!

Hey again! So, I wanted to share with you my story that I recently wrote, but there's one problem. It's kinda long. I mean, not book length, it's only 1,000 words or so, but I mean, that's a lot for some. It was a collab writing too, with the help of my waifu. So, if you'd like to read it, click the little read more thing. Also, it's really sad. Just, just warning you.

So, Here's a Thing

So, I just got off break, and to say the least, it was interesting. Allie, my waifu, and I kinda (really) ship our OCs (original character) together. If you don't know who her character is, here's a link to her (somewhat) description. Mine, well, I'll explain that a little later. I'm lazy as heckie. But you got glimpses of them in my Vital Vocabs. Bea, and Anthony. So, over break, we basically just wrote one-shots to each other about them, which was pretty great. For those who don't know what one-shots are, it's pretty much a tiny fanfic, usually one page long.
So anywho, I wanted to post two here. Why two? Well, Allie sent me a really sad one from Anthony's point of view, and then I wanted to continue it from Bea's. So, here's the result. First one is by Allie, and the second, by me. Here ya go:

"Bea, wait!  Wait, I-- I didn't know--"
"Next time, figure it out."  She shrugged me off and kept walking.
"Wait, I-- Please, I..."  I trailed off, and she disappeared down the hallway.  "I'm sorry...."
–
That night, I was heading to my room when I passed her in the hall.  I kept my eyes down, hands in my pockets, discreet, unobtrusive.  I wanted to think she'd stopped, done a double-take, just a small one.  Where was I going?  I hadn't slept in my room in ages.  But in reality I knew she probably hadn't even looked up.
And so I went to bed in a room that hardly even felt mine anymore.  For a long time, I didn't sleep.  But I tried.  Lord, did I try.
Late that night, there was a knock on the door.  I hesitated, trying not to get my hopes up.  It wasn't her.  She wouldn't come back, not to me.  She deserved better and we both knew it.
But there she was.  Waiting.  She'd had a nightmare.  She wouldn't meet my eyes.  Gently, I pulled her in, wrapped my arms around her, told her I was sorry.  I was so sorry.  I didn't know what I was doing, I never had, I'd tried to tell her that in the beginning.  She should have listened.  She should listen now.
Instead, she pulled me close, kissed my cheek.  It was okay.  She didn't forgive me, not completely, things weren't perfect, but they were okay.  We were okay.  And we went to bed, keeping close to each other.  And we slept better this time.
That morning, I woke up slowly, light pouring in through the drapes.  I was curled up, my head off the pillow.  I had blankets wound tightly around me.  And I was alone.
Completely alone.
But that didn't make sense.  She, she came....She'd had a nightmare....
And then it hit me.  The distortion of my room, the strangeness when talking, the color in my hair...it was a dream.  All a dream.  What was I thinking?  She never would have come, not for me.  We were back to where we were, back to yesterday.  She hated me.  I'd screwed up, just like with everybody else.  I was stupid to hope this could last.  I knew better.
It was always too good to last.


It had been two weeks since we stopped talking. Two weeks that my behavior got worse, and so did my drinking. I would spend my nights at bars drinking away his face, and in the morning I would miss training. I rarely saw him and when I did I would keep my head down, shoulders hunched.
One night I passed him in a small hallway, barely brushing his shoulder. His hands were shoved into his pockets and he kept his head down. 
So did I.
But when he passed I stopped and turned, looking at him. He kept going, quiet, keeping to the side of the wall. I wanted to say something but...no. A flash of anger made me grit my teeth and I turned, continuing on my way.
I didn't sleep that night and by dawn I was up, pacing the halls with open doors, no occupants. Although, one was closed. Anthony.
I stopped, though I knew I should have kept walking. I leaned in, closing my eyes and trying to hear anything.
"Bea....Bea.....I'm sorry....we're okay......." I felt my chest tighten as I realized he was dreaming. I leaned against the opposite wall, staring at the closed door. Emotions stirred through me, anger, betrayal, sadness, pity, love, and regret. I closed my eyes, trying to shut the thoughts out but then the door opened, and I snapped my eyes open, meeting his.
He looked as bad as I felt. Both of our hair was messed up, sticking up at random places, bags under our eyes.
"B...Bea....?" He whispered, sounding as if he got punched in the gut. And then he had his arms wrapped around me and his face in my messy hair, murmuring something quietly, almost too quiet to hear, but I realized he was just saying it over and over again, mashing the words together.
"I'msorryI'msorryI'msorryI'msorryI'msorryI'msorryI'msorryI'msorryI'msorryI'msorryI'msorryI'msorry--" I shook my head, just a tiny bit and he stopped.
"It's okay." I whispered into his shirt, closing my eyes. "W...we're okay." And his body shuddered, almost as if those words broke a spell and then he was crying. Silent tears, but I knew they were there, dampening my hair and I held him tight, knowing that it was true.
Although we were broken, we would be okay.


This oneshot thingy merbob gave me so many feels guys, I can't even process it. This pairing just...just...it's perfect. In every way. Here's my emotions of this ship:

Courtesy of Tumblr

So anywho, I hope you liked it. I certainly did.

Hello Friends~

Here's another vital vocab. This ones a little sad uvu

         I closed my eyes and sighed, watching Bea disappear around the corner of the hall. Dammit, why did she have to be so oblivious? Or maybe...it was just me. I never was quite good with the whole affection thing. Bad memories floated around my head and I shook them out quickly, pacing the halls. Maybe I should just quit on her...
       I rubbed my temples, the thought leaving my head as soon as it came. I knew I couldn’t. I fell hard for Bea Holmes and I was stuck with the consequences. Consequences being...
       “Oh, Anthony!” I looked up, my honey colored eyes meeting the dark brown ones of Tyler Noel, Bea’s partner. I swallowed another sigh, straightening. “Mmh?” I answered him. He smiled brightly at me, walking towards me.
       “Did you hear the news?” The spark in his eyes, the grin, his voice. To anyone else it sounded like good news. To me everything he said was ominous. I raised an eyebrow, too tired to answer him. He carried on anyway.
       “I proposed to Bea!” My heart stopped, my breath catching in my throat. “And she said yes! I can’t believe it!” I couldn’t either. Nor could I find my voice. “Speechless, eh? Me too, frankly. Well anyway, catch you later!” He brushed past me, and left. I found myself stuck to the tiles my feet were on. Everything was quiet, except my head. Inside, everything was screaming, swirling, twisting. I felt sick.
       I finally made myself move. Where? I didn’t know. I had to get out of this place though. Where? Who knew. Maybe if I ostracized myself for a bit, cleared my head, I could...I could...could what? Forget? Instead of the entrance of the base I found myself at my room, then my bed. I blinked and found the orthodox walls were oblique. Slowly I realized I had collapsed onto my bed, the brown blankets soft against my cheek. I closed my eyes.
      “Bea...” I murmured, trying to make everything stop spinning. But I couldn’t. Why?
     The girl I was in love with was going to marry someone else.

More Cosplay! (Part Four - Final)

Hey guys! So this is gonna be the last part to my epic adventure to Banzai. It was my first time ever going all three days, and I am so glad I went through the hardships to be able to do that. ...Wow, that sounded really dramatic. Huh. Well, anwho, let's get started.

Last we left off I was on the freezing floor of my hotel room, being kicked off the couch. So we all woke up, and they noticed I was off the bed, I was invited in, and I snuggled under the covers for a minute or two to regain some of my body warmth. Everyone was slowly getting up, starting to take showers or go to the bathroom. I got up eventually and followed after a friend to the lobby where a lot of people were, sitting and eating breakfast. Once we ate we went back up, and then the race was gone.

Now, unlike at Siri's house where it was nice, calm, and really slow (no one but me was cosplaying that day. (well, except for Allie but she was reusing her Friday outfit)), the hotel room was a flurry. Everyone I stayed with was serious about cosplay so they all had makeup kits out, fake blood, clothing galore, and wigs. To my right Sierra was getting her wings ready for Davesprite (here's a picture), to my left Emma was putting makeup on to make it look like she was in a fisticuffs. I myself had a bit of a challenge that day; I was cosplaying something I was new to, which was CrockerCorp Jade. A few posts ago I posted a picture of here so you can go see that. Anyways, what I had to get was my skirt, shirt, high socks, shoes, wig, makeup.

My wig, first of all, was a complete mess and I wanted to try and use Emma's wig but it didn't feel comfortable. So I hurried and brushed the mess into a somewhat okay wig. Next, my shirt and skirt.

Emma told me I could use her petticoat, which actually looked really good with it, but at the same time, was waaay too big for me. Not to mention, no one could properly pin it so that it didn't fall. So I gave up on that.
After everyone was basically complete, people started leaving, and it was just Sierra, Tori's mom, and Will.

We started to clean up the messy room a bit, checking for personal items. Sierra was freaking out because her cosplay wasn't even completely done. So I multitasked, cleaning while helping Sierra finish. I also had to help her get white paint on her body, which was...interesting. But finally, I was done, and my cosplay was awesome. Here's a picture of me in the hotel room and all my glory:

I felt pretty sweet. So we left and we went around, taking photos, talking, blah blah. It was nerve-wracking because everyone knew everyone except for me, so I kinda just stood there, doing nothing. Sometimes I would engage in a conversation, and it'd be awesome, but it'd fade. But, there were some highlights, such as Dave and John being married off, with Karkat as the priest. And it was filmed. And it was epic. Then there was another time when I felt like I was a cool kid when a jug of AJ (apple juice) was passed around and we got to sip from it. hehe. 

But my favorite part of the day was the photoshoot. We all met on these stairs in the back of the building, where people would take pictures and such. My friend's brother, Juan, was there and he had a fancy smancy camera, along with my friend Lindsey. We started the photoshoot, taking wicked awesome pictures of everyone's cosplays. Tori dressed as Dirk (from Homestuck), when he gets decapitated, Emma was fisticuffs Jake (with gold guns too oooooh), Lindsey was Doomed! Dave, Sierra, Davesprite, and our friend was the odd one out with a fem!Captain Jack Sparrow. So here, Imma spam you with the awesome result pictures.

The rest of the day was just us driving home, which ended with me falling asleep. But when I got home, I was tired as heckie but also, I was really happy. I made a lot of friends over three days, and it was just awesome. All in all, I really liked the con and I can't wait for the next one!!! :D Thanks for reading!

Another Vital Vocaaaaab!

So the first Vital Vocab I posted had to do with Bea leaving, Anthony and Shade running after her. Bea had stolen the Army's jewels, but why? And where is she going? Well here's the new update for that!! :O

      I ran and ran, my breathing hard, my lungs refusing to accept anymore running, but I kept at it. I didn’t want to be caught. So I dealt with the burning until I reached a large tree, reaching the sky. I smiled, panting. “Yo!” I shouted.
      A man dropped down, graceful and precise. He stood and smiled at me, noticing the bag at my hip. “So you really went through with it, huh, Beatrix.” He said, strolling up to me and taking the bag. He weighed it and nodded. “Good job.” I smiled, appreciating the kudos.
      “Why did you need the jewels again, Nate?” I asked, trying to control my breathing. We started walking and the tree opened up to us as we stepped into a tunnel. He tied the bag to his belt, before turning to me and flashing a smile.
      “It’ll help us not be so latent anymore. As you can see we’re minuscule, this will help us grow, develop. Also, it’s a nice message to the Army.” He added as the tunnel opened up to the clearing, a large tree hollowed out to make room for a small rebel army, the Shadows. I grinned, jubilant of how much I was helping the Shadows. That’ll show you, Lizzie, Hank, Tyler. I’m useful.
      “Anyways, I’ll take you to Lea. She’ll show you where you need to go.” He started walking up the stairs, but paused. “Except, ah, don’t judge her too harshly. She’s a bit...special.” He tapped his head. “Very smart. Mmh...too smart, really. She’s a bit laconic. When she does speak, it’s too fast for us to understand sometimes.” He gave a small, exasperated smile, but there was something behind his eyes; I came to realize that it was lucid that he liked her. I smirked, rolling my eyes.
    “Lead the way, loverboy.”

*waggles eyebrows* Nate's got a crush on an insaaaaane girrrrl~~

Happy New Year, and a New Post!

So, I've been gone for a while, and I feel like I should post. So here's another Vital Vocab! The thing behind my writing is I use the characters from a book I'm writing with my friends for this. :3

     I was immersing myself in my music, my eyes closed and nodding slightly to the beat when my earbuds were ripped from my ears. “A-Ah, what the he--?” I started, but looked up to see an extremely angry Anthony above me. My earbuds dangled from his fist, and I shrunk a little. “H-How did you get in here?” I asked quietly, glancing at my door. There was no sign of damage, lock picking, anything. I swallowed.
     Anthony, on the other hand, dropped my earbuds onto my lap, and shut the door. Then he turned back to me, his face calm but his eyes giving away his fury. “You didn’t do your job!” He seethed, and I shrunk back farther. “Do you even realize the amount of trouble you’re in, Bea?!” I looked down, fiddling with my hands.
     “Ah...I just, I...didn’t feel up to it....” I mumbled lamely. “It was just a simple assassination, couldn’t anyone else do it?” Anthony slammed his hand down on the table behind me and I jumped.
     “Dammit, no!” He gave me a haughty look, and I felt disappointment fill me up. “This isn’t an optional thing, Bea! We need to carry out our duties or we’ll be punished. That’s one of the rules.” I didn’t reply, shaking slightly. After a few tense moments, Anthony sighed, done with his harangue. He collapsed onto my bed, and ran a hand through his hair.
     “I just don’t want you to get hurt. You’re new here, you clearly don’t understand this. Everyone has specific jobs, specific ranks for them. It’s...a hierarchy, you could say. With Jade as our main Leader.” He murmured, and I felt a twinge of guilt. He continued, looking up at me. “Just, please be careful. Just do your jobs how they are. If you don’t...who knows what’ll happen next time.” I sighed a little.
     “Alright, Anthony. I will.” I said, standing. I glanced at my door again. "Ah...how did you get in here, though?” He glanced at the door as well, smiling weakly.
     “Well, we all have our tricks.” He stood, and pulled me into a hug, kissing my forehead. “Hypothetically speaking though, you could have left your door unlocked.” I blinked as he pulled away and walked to the door. “There’s a meeting in an hour. Please, don’t be late.” And then he was gone, leaving me with a slow chill spreading through me.
     Who knows what’ll happen next time.

 Hope you enjoyed it~

So...yeah?

So, ah, in my English class, we're doing things called Vital Vocabs, which is basically where we get big words, a grammar thing (such as a semicolon), and two homophones. And then we had to put it into writing so it looked like we knew how to use them. Some examples are on Allie's blog (she writes really good ones, though short, still good. And it follows a plot and stuff! :o). And I'm actually kinda proud of some of my Vital Vocabs, so I'm gonna post them on here sometimes.
I'm gonna start with my most recent (and longest one), which is probably the first domino to knock down in a small series for this. I like the plot and idea I gave it. So, here it is!

        I ran down the street, making sure to keep a good grip on the bag dangling by my legs. I glanced back, grinned at the two chasing me, and ran faster, cutting a corner. My breathing was hard, my heart hammering in my chest as I leapt, skimming past the top of the fence in front of me, and cleared the jump. My feet hit the ground and I paused, seeing the two come around the corner.
       “Stop, Bea!” The man shouted, his eyes full of alarm and concern. He was reaching into his pocket.... I smirked, sticking my tongue out them.
       “Sorry, Anthony, Shade. But it’s too late for me to stop.” I said, my usual grin turning cold. I winked at them, then started running again, my feet echoing around the alley. Soon, I was gone, the bag holding Army jewels with me. Plan Rebel, instigated.
 –
       “Dammit Anthony, you should’ve let me go after her! I could’ve talked her out of it!” I shouted, stomping my foot. The tall man was leaning against the fence, running a hand through his hair as he tried to catch his breath.
       “Shade, you know she was set. You know she wasn’t going to listen.” He said, his voice full of defeat. I growled, and kicked the fence, hard.
       “That’s not true! The only reason she did this is because Tyler, Lizzie, all of them were so full of irreverence towards her! They made her reckless....” My mind was a blur, my thoughts inundating me. I shoved them down, swallowing the lump in my throat. “We have to go after her, we have to calm her, we...we....I can’t lose her like that.” I said finally, slumping against the alley wall. “She’s my best friend....” Anthony sighed, pushing himself off the fence.
      “I know, Shade. You’re not the only one who’s close to her, we’ve spent plenty of ti–” I snapped my head up at him, my glare piercing him.
      “Just because you’ve talked to her and probably gotten into her head doesn’t mean you know her like I do!” I snarled, interjecting him. I felt my throat constrict as Anthony looked away. “Sorry. I’m sorry. I just...She knows me like the back of her hand, I want to believe I’m the only one who knows her the best.” I said quietly, putting my forehead to my knees.
      After a moment, he sighed again, shaking his head. “Don’t worry, Shade. We’ll get her.” It occurred to me that Bea was bound to have passed the Army’s boundaries by now. Someone probably found that the jewels were gone...A chill passed through me.
      “Anthony....” I murmured, standing up again. I felt sick, and swallowed the lump in my throat. He looked up at me, frowning.
      “What? What is it?” I looked at him, fearing bubbling up inside. If the leaders found out that their jewels were gone...they would send people out to....
      “Anthony,” I said, latching onto the fence and climbing over. “Anthony, you told me that the Army is really strict. That they had no mercy for Shadows.” I said, dropping down. “And we both know that the Army is good at looking for people.”
       Anthony looked at me, lost. “Y...Yeah...?” He said slowly, climbing over the fence as well. He dropped down besides me. I started walking.
      “So, so if they find Bea...that’s stealing jewels and treason.” I insinuated, my walking getting faster and faster, until I was running. Anthony started running too, apparently catching on.
      “They’ll treat her horribly, brutally, and cruelly. Th–they might kill her on the spot.” I said, now sprinting in the direction she went, Anthony matching my speed.
      We need to find her. 

Poetry Of Mine :3

Okay, so, in my English class, we're starting our poetry unit, which I'm very excited about. 

Image courtesy of Ptarmigan

I've always been in love with poetry (usually free verse and with emotion, though), and I've written some of my own. So, um, if it's okay with you guys, then I...shall post some. *nods* Mhm. Yep.


Speaking My Mind

When I’m alone, I think.

When I think, I start to form words.

But then, those words become bigger and bigger; more and more.

I begin to thread those words together, into long lines.

As if it was popcorn on a string during Christmas.

Thread and thread.

Those words slowly become sentences.

And then a final phrase.

A phrase of words that mean something.

Some people may call that poetry.

A work of art.

I simply call it

Speaking

My

Mind.

Secrets

Secrets

A simple word

I tell you a secret, and you tell me a secret

But the simplicity of that word

It does not even begin to explain the meaning

The consequences of breaking a promise

How much it can spread if it leaves your mouth

People today act without thinking

And when you don’t think

You may just slip out a secret

And then the dominos slowly fall

Knocking over each other, a chain reaction

And like that

You may just lose the one who told you that secret

The meaning of a secret

Is almost a promise

Something that shouldn’t be broken

A simple word with a massive meaning

Secrets

My Life

It’s funny

I live two lives

One at school

And one at home

A thief

And a beggar

Both looking for attention

One who steals the spotlight

And one who yearns to be in it

Funny indeed

My life

Sorry, ah, I guess it's a bit serious. For such a...not serious blog....But, yeah! I sometimes get a little sad and so I start to get creative in my head, and that stuff just...pops up. It's pretty cool, no? If you're looking for more poetry, and probably better poetry than mine, I found a site that's full of things all about poetry. Anyways, until next time, my lovelies~