I’d rather be over-ambitious.
You’re selfish. In the most manipulative and discrete way. You’re a storyteller with the most innocent looking of faces. We believed you, we trusted you and we fell victim to your cruel games and there are still days we’d take that all back because the gold still glistens. That’s the hardest thing; the thing that damages our pride most and feeds yours.
You’re a conflicted character. I’m not sure if you even know who you’re supposed to be yourself. The character you’ve created is surely different in your eyes as it is in ours; and in mine to theirs, theirs to others. No one knows, but we all like to believe that we do.
It’s difficult to imagine that you’re not one of a kind but frankly, you’re both as bad as each other.
Not in the business of writing explicit details or specifying fact or fiction anymore. If the shoe fits, they say.
It’s Thursday and I’ve struggled to post all week, bar from my recent interview with Tell the Wolves.
Things are hectic at the moment – balancing college and my freelance graphics work (check out this survey!), I’ve also been trying to find myself a job, so my blog might be getting a little neglected. Alas, I’ll try my best to get things back up onto their feet within the next couple of days.
Something that kickstarted me to write a post this morning – apart from my late start at college – was the wonderful Sam (bellsiebooks) who volunteered me for The Real Neat Blog Award. Thank you Sam! ❤
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There’s a certain desire for egoism that I believe almost every human obtains. We want to be remembered and some of us will go to extremes to ensure that we are. Some of us, however, indulge in small acts to be remembered by, without understanding why we are doing it.
When I was much younger, I slept on a loft bed and I had bought a pen from Lorimers that contained invisible ink – the type that only showed up when a UV light was shone on it. One night, it occurred to me that I would not always be residing in that very room, that very house, or, even, that very town. I was right – since then, I’ve lived in four different homes and three different towns. For me, the room I was lying in was my room, and it always would be, no matter who resided in it…
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I think it’s so important that people read this. It’s quite shocking, really, when you consider that so many people still eat meat regardless of the health disadvantages, the obvious ethical problems, and the growing number of alternatives.