The tiny, ancient one! My angry, blood drinking child! I honestly can’t wait to see if she’ll shed her prison of flesh and wreck havoc on the whole universe! ACOWAR is so close, I am not ready… at all… help.
So recently my Vengeful POS niece who I was babysitting decided that because I wouldn’t let her have Ice cream before bed that she would take a marker to my Throne of Glass Colouring book.
I won’t take a picture of the ruined book and I am so lucky my bedroom door was locked because if she’d got in there with the marker she could have ruined a LOT of books.
She only took a marker to my finished prices. Including the front cover of the book. And the front page, but scrawled ‘Millie is mean’ and 'I hate Amelia’ along the sides of some of the unfinished pages….
At least she didn’t ruin them all completelt….
I’m so Fucking furious right now.
So it’s time to buy another book…
As for these pages that I’ve saved… I don’t know what to do with them…
Shall I keep them for practice?
I have developed a habit where when a character in a book dies I just assume they’ll miraculously come back to life later before the end of the book.
Sometimes it happens. Most of the time it has not happened.
I met him and suddenly the sky turned from grey to blue and my heart finally found itself.
I didn’t know what it was like to love, or even have a crush on someone. But one day someone was going to have to break me and oh God I wish it wasn’t him.
His brown eyes captivated me and I stared into them so much I saw the green that hid in them.
He was my green.
In a world of brown, he was my green.
Just by the simple act of our knees brushing set me to flames.
He made me love so hard and so fast.
He made the caterpillars in my stomach turn into butterfly’s and they flew up into my chest.
I didn’t care how many times he destroyed me.
Whenever I put my heart back together, it was stuck together with tape that had his name written all over it.
I didn’t care how many times he broke me.
I just wanted those amazing times in between.
He shattered me, or who I was, completely.
On that day, I changed. I became a different person and over half a year later, I’m still trying to learn who she is.
I still forget how to talk, or breathe, when his eyes meet mine.
He’s a horrible person who does nothing but hurt other people.
But oh how he saved me.
He saved me and destroyed me and I can’t decide which is better.
My father had taught me to be nice first, because you can always be mean later, but once you’ve been mean to someone, they won’t believe the nice anymore. So be nice, be nice, until it’s time to stop being nice, then destroy them.
you ruined me. you took every bone from my body and broke it. you ripped every organ out of my chest and butchered them. you breathed in every essence of my soul and never returned any of it. so, yes, I became lost without you. I didn’t know how to breathe or walk -let alone get out of bed- I didn’t even know who I was; but that’s only because you took all my pieces, made me a gigantic puzzle, scrambled all the pieces and never put them back together.