I do, since I was 13. And before that, I speak a lot. (Yes, not talk, but speak). It’s all private now though.
So I thought of creating one that’s open to everyone. :O
HERE IT IS IN THIS LINK CLICK IT LA LA LA LA LA
I’ve been reading through loads of blogs that write and I always end up finding them quite selfish. They blame a lot of things and people - including themselves. They use a lot of big words that I find not in the slightest parallel to everything that they say - though gramatically and semantically accurate. I don’t find it ‘wrong’ though. I actually see my 15-16 year old self in them. Maybe because it’s what most teenagers want to read, and therefore these sort of writings no matter how falsely portrayed or awfully damage-coated, we end up writing them anyway. HMMM…
What do you think?
I did a collab blog with a friend which had to do with writing fiction.
It’s still in progress though.
#see my lame but awesome(according to me) writing.
It wasn’t a bad day today. Dusk fills the atmosphere as I leave from work. As soon as the door opens, a gush of cold wind greeted me. Thank heavens. I thought. Cold. A nice walk home would be good. Without me knowing, a slight grin was plastered on my face. Nobody I know would understand this….
When I don’t take photos I write… on a private blog. This time though, I wrote it on my other tumblr. ACK.
|Friend:||Your stories... they are too long.|
|Friend:||I saw it and it had like, 5 paragraphs.|
|Me:||Oh, it is too long isn't it? VERY LONG, LOOR-HAVE MERCY.|
|Me:||Let me write an excerpt and add some pop-up pictures for you with coloring pages.|
“What’s your problem?” You ask me.
The problem is that I’m not trying to reach eternity, nor am I trying to find a way to pause life. “Settling down”, that’s how you call it. You are looking for, the most useless thing that you could ever do in your life. I know you disagree. Don’t waste your breath.
What I am looking for is impossible. That, at least, I should tell you before those eyes roll, if they haven’t already. Genuinely, what have you got for me that is more likely to happen to what I’ve got to tell you?
Are you going to tell me about the house that you two will build and stay in forever? Or that never-ending passion between you two? Perhaps the thought of endless spooning will do? Should I say the word “forever” for the fourth time, in its wide collection of synonyms?
What I’ve got for you may not happen or has not happened yet in history, but it is my perfect relationship.
I decided to type on my dad’s laptop OUTSIDE the house. Because inside = CHAOS.
Now I can’t really save what I’ve written in this laptop. This is for work.
So far, I’ve been here for 45 minutes. That came out.
I don’t think it’s anything interesting. But it seemed a bit different.
Do you want to know what I think a perfect relationship is?