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Life Of A Part-Time Mermaid

"when you threw me to the wolves that night,
did you think they’d find me easy to swallow?
you’ve loved me more than the others; you know i claw and scream on the way down.

of course i bit back. i learned to love the moon.
i wore wolf skins as easily as my own.
i growled at death and watched him run.

please know that if you feel the hair rise on the back
of your neck, sense a shadow in the bathroom
mirror, find eyes in the thick of night, i am here.

i do not hunger after you.
i imagine you’ll taste exactly as i remember: sour, chalky, gritty. dirt under my nails.
i will be bored of this form soon.

i suggest next time, you try feeding me to dragons. — A STUDY IN SURVIVAL | m.c."

Me
I've been broken, I've loved and I've been hurt. A best friend, a hard worker, a loyal lover. I am simply human.

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Thursday, November 17, 2011 @ 1:26 PM
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I'm feeling rather crafty today, yet I don't know what I want to make. I randomly get in these creative spurts where I'm like "ooh ooh ooh! I will make something!" and then it comes to ACTUALLY making it and I'm like "Blehhh no". Pretty sure that's abnormal just saying. I wish I could sew, I'd make some banging ass clothes. Maybe I'll try that over Thanksgiving break, it's not like I don't have enough clothes that are too small or in need of fixing up.

I nearly said Winter, but winter break is a few weeks from now and I am hoping to be quite busy and not bored on my floor tearing up fabric. Here's to hoping!

I really should be working on my essay but ughhhh so many pagesss! And I don't know how to start it. What do I start with "Hi my name is Sam and blahblahblah" and begin talking about myself? I think not. But I really don't have any clever ways to start an essay on why I am the way I am.

Also. I'm debating starting a relationship tumblr (if the boy is down with running it with me) in all of it's cheesy glory and give advice and post pictures and whatnot. Since we're both pretty good at the advice and between the two of us we've seen most everything. Good at helping ourselves? No way. Other people? Sure thing!

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