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Yellow StardustThe last light of the day had long since drifted below the softly waving treetops that reached with mysterious outlines against the dim blue sky. The air was aglow with moonlight and the feeble yellow illumination of the porch lamp did little more than cast gentle shadows on his face. We sat in comfortable silence, soaking in each other’s company as we would for the following days of the ending summer. I longed for more time; I wasn’t ready even though I pretended I was. I wanted to be brave and grown, but my mind secretly whispered, you’re still a child. I knew it was right, but still, I had to try. The world around me was a h Yellow Stardust
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stuff you can't read HAHA.
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TuesdayTuesday.   
It was hard for me to believe that it was only the second day in the week—it seemed to me lately as though I lived from afternoon to afternoon, weekend to weekend. Some people might call it an obsession, but I just considered my lack of interest in everything between those times a complete existence of boredom. ‘It’, of course, was how much I looked forward to spending time with Nicholas. I couldn’t help it, though. There was just so much… energy in the way he carried himself. Even if it was passive, even if he was calm, there always seemed to be a fire kindled in his motions.   
The be Tuesday
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Mind Made of GlassWe’re pushing seventy, seventy-five, eighty. The dead trees and the gray winter sky are flashing past us beyond the windows like they’re the ones running and not us.   
“You do know how absolutely pathetic you are, right?” I know I’m being brutal, but I can’t help it. I look over to him in the passenger seat, sparing him a glance, hoping that nothing suddenly appears in the road while I’m looking away. At the same time, I wonder what would happen if something does.   
He answers me in a low voice, something quiet and cold, something that’s a cross between self-pity and contempt.  Mind Made of Glass
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I need to submit more often.
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i'm writing. really.

Thu Jun 25, 2009, 8:34 AM
I am. for those of you who care. XD
I have one short story in the works and another one in my head.
I don't know when they'll be finished... but uh.
they have the gay.
and I don't mean stupid gay.
I mean gay gay, just like the good old days!

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I'm a feelings-writer. I write best based on my feelings, not necessarily on my experiences. I write mostly about devotion, love and loyalty because I feel like those are some of my strongest feelings.

Never let the people who affect the course of your life go without knowing how much they mean to you.

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  • Current Residence: The East Coast
  • Favourite movie: The Dead Poets Society, Charlie Bartlett
  • Favourite poet or writer: Oscar Wilde, John Green, Chuck Palahniuk
  • Tools of the Trade: Brain, something to record with, and a little bit of insanity.

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Mood: Affection ~Chibiplusminus Sep 14, 2009, 7:51:23 PM
Hey you, yeah you, the amoeba. Check yer email son, I tagged you back. Unless it didn't go through. If it didn't, damn it all. If it did, you're just busy.

<3

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Sticks and stones and animal bones can't stop me from getting away with good days on bad days~
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*RunningBear5858 Aug 23, 2009, 6:37:46 AM
Hi! I featured "Yellow Stardust" here [link]

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Wish, Want, Hope, Dream.

I am a poetry administrator for *DailyLitDeviations
I am a member of =RawEm0tion and *BleedingHeartsPoetry
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~faking-it Sep 10, 2009, 6:27:10 PM
Thanks!

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nothing can't be nothing because it has a name, and if it has a name, it will get a face.
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~suckitjesus Mar 10, 2009, 8:35:23 PM
Hey you, tis Steph, haven't talked to you in AGES. Just wanted to say I hope you're doing well. :)

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~faking-it Apr 30, 2009, 7:46:49 PM
yeah, i've been ridiculously busy and whatnot... and my online habits kind of changed. on a lotttt less now

thanks for checking out

i'm doing pretty well. end of the year stress as always, but once it's over i'm pretty much home free. (:

how goes for you?

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nothing can't be nothing because it has a name, and if it has a name, it will get a face.
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~suckitjesus May 12, 2009, 6:16:22 PM
haha, I'm the opposite. I'm on waaay too much. :P

I've been pretty okay too. First year of community college is almost done and over with, so I'm happy about that. XD I'm moving to university next year, though~ Excited for that, deffos. :D

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~fransass Feb 14, 2009, 6:27:55 PM
OH HAY WASSUP WITH YOU, SIR.

WHERE HAVE YOU BEEN.

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Gallery love? :ohnoes:
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~faking-it Feb 15, 2009, 9:09:05 AM
Gone over the rainbow. XD I think i just formally quit gaia yesterday, which is crazy. i still have so much crap on there that i'm keeping because I figure eventually I'll be able to use it. maybe someone on da will be like hey i'm doing a random gaia commission...

or maybe that's just my wishful thinking.

how've you been? i miss you lots, like, no shit i do.

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nothing can't be nothing because it has a name, and if it has a name, it will get a face.
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~fransass Feb 19, 2009, 11:47:12 AM
O 3O YOU CAN'T QUIT GAIA MAHRI IT'S LIKE THE ULTIMATE TIME-WHASTER.

WTF.

Buttt yeah maybe you'll get to go back some day and your stuff will be worth alot moar and you can buy lots of art with it. * u*
I'm kinda leaving, too... getting rid of all my stuff right now via art contest faggotry.

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Gallery love? :ohnoes:
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*PhantomOfOz Dec 25, 2008, 7:32:12 PM
Why did I not rewatch you?

*squeek*

*watches*

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"What if you slept? And what if, in your sleep, you dreamed? And what if, in your dream, you went to heaven and there plucked an strange and beautiful flower? And what if, when you awoke, you had the flower in your hand? Ah, what then?" -Samuel Coleridge
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