I know of a certain child who chose to live a painful life far worse than death…because she looks forward to a better future! That’s why I absolutely loath brats who only think about rushing to their deaths!
hi bbies! it’s been a while since I’ve been on tumblr. so sorry! my freshman year of high school is over on Thursday (exams all week,,, yay) & I’ll finally be back to posting regularly.
lots of stuff is on the way! Jilted Gangster Gal has kind of been put on a pause for a bit; it’s basically finished but I need some time to revise and continue editing everything. I’ve been feeling a little conflicted about which direction I want to head. I have tons of ukulele songs and other scrap poetry I’m always putting together and I think I want to release that too. I’m just kind of stressed bc there is always so much going on in my head and I just wish I could organize it all in a way that would make sense to me.
also- I can not believe I’m almost at 700 followers on here! it rly means a bunch. thank you all soso much! you’re too kind. I’m so excited to spend the summer w you guys and continue doing what I love. it is gonna b another amazing journey!
I wrote you a letter on the plane. Cliché, I know. It says everything I never put into words the last time we spoke. It’s so god damn long I’m scared you won’t finish reading it. You never liked reading much. And I always had too many thoughts, still do. Then I think why? Why edit it when I don’t even know if I’m going to send it. Because this way you’re still with me in the ways I’d like to remember you. Then I laugh, because either way, you’re still with me. You linger. That’s the way it’s always been with us.
’TWAS THE NIGHT BEFORE CHRISTMAS: 1989 SEATTLE SHOW EDITION
‘Twas the night before the 1989 Seattle show, when all through the house Not a creature was stirring, not even a mouse; The costumes were hung by the chimney with care, In hopes that Taylor soon would be there;
The teens were nestled all snug in their beds; While visions of glow bracelets danced in their heads; And mamma in her tour shirt, and I in my cap, Had just settled our brains for a long night’s nap.
The next day at the show there rose such a clatter, I sprang from my seat to see what was the matter.
When what to my wondering eyes did appear, But Taylor Swift herself, I screamed “OH DEAR!”, With a spring in her step, so lively and quick, I knew in a moment this must be it.
More rapid than eagles onto the stage she came, And she whistled, and shouted, and called them by name: “Now, Toshi! now, Christian! now Jake and Mark! On, Maho! on, Giuseppe! Make this show spark! To the catwalk! to the tip of that glowing b stage! Now dash away! Write this chapter in our page!”
As I threw up my head, and was hollering around, Down the aisle Andrea came with a bound. She was dressed all in black, from her head to her foot, And her radiant smile pierced me with one look; A bundle of wristbands she held in her hand, And she looked like a woman with a one-man band.
A wink of her eye and a twist of her head Soon gave me to know I had nothing to dread; She spoke not a word, but went straight to her work, And put a Loft 89 wristband on my hand with a smirk,
And laying her finger aside of her nose, And giving a nod, down the aisle she rose; I turned to Taylor and lost all my chill, And away I flew in my own little thrill. But I heard Taylor exclaim, as she moved out of sight— “Thank you Seattle, and to all a good night!”
“People have essentially gotten to read my diary for the last ten years. I still write personal songs, and sometimes people like to put a very irritating, negative, spin on that — as if I’m oversharing, as if it’s too much information — when this has been the way I’ve lived my life and run my career the entire time. So I do think it’s really important that I continue to give people an insight into what my life is actually like, even though it comes at a higher cost now.”
I managed to finish my first draft for The List part 2 this afternoon, all it needs now is some final editing and I can share it with you guys, and I should have some time to do all that this week :) It turned out exactly how I wanted it: a little bit of fun and a lot of smut, and somehow I can’t write Tom without putting some feels in there too, what can I say, I love the bastard way too much…
Now I also have that other fic running, Crimson Bliss, which sadly I haven’t written anything more for and the next couple of weeks are not looking good. Here’s the thing: I’m pretty proud of what I have so far, but it takes me a while to get into that zone and the horror/creepy feels don’t always come that easily. Combined with my writing time being cut short because we’re moving in less than a month, I’ll be honest: you guys are gonna have to be patient with me on this one. BUT I pretty much have the whole story in my head, I know where I’m going with it, I just need time to put it all into words and make the next chapters as good as the first ones, and right now I just don’t have the time for that so it will have to wait until I can give it my full attention.
On to better news: I don’t know how many of you have read Captive, the one story I have ever put On Hiatus, but the past weeks I finally found some inspiration to continue telling the story of Loki and Mia and Clint. The next chapter isn’t finished yet but a big part is already written and it’s been slowly forming and growing in my head, so Captive will definitely return from hiatus!
And I want to take this opportunity to once again thank everyone for their support on Down, I am over the moon with how it’s going and I know most of my downloads and sales come from you guys so thank you all so very much! I bow down to all you lovely ladies!