daydreamers

you're one of those people who come and contribute and corrode, all well-meaning and good intentions. 

to whom it may concern

the easiest by far

diamonds

are a girl's best friend.

so what are you still doing here?

drifters

you gone
is too cold
to imagine

This has nothing to do with actual prompt but oh well. 

That's Okay.

Why can't we be those people. People who turn into magnets. I want your polarity.

Again, I wrote this last night but wasn't able to post it. 

Recess.

Spiraling, spiraling, spiraling. Oh, there's the end. There we go.

Sorry for not posting yesterday. I was sent to bed before the internet could cooperate with me. Here we are, though. I made this last night, promise. 

i refuse because

everyone loves you, 
you slut 

day 21: sunset

Of Darkness

You have absolutely no idea how exhausted I am. Completely rid of all will to write or y'know, live and function in general, due to crying about Les Mis and being sick (thank you to all my blockmates who accidentally gave me the flu -- now we suffer as one). So this is going to be horrid. 

Swim.

Yellow and orange and palm trees and midnight.

Appearances

I remember you in so many different ways. I could never write them down. 
So I'll send them to you in pieces.

I Never Forgot

I missed my halfway mark because I was busy studying for a math test (I will surely fail). No regrets about the whole studying thing, but I hate counting techniques with a ferocity now. So there's that. 

I am hoping, like fervently fervently hoping and praying, that the people who read this know that it's meant to be fiction. It's meant to be. 

8

true story. 

Wind.

I was sort of under the impression that the further along I got, the easier this would become. But no, it's just getting more and more tedious. And the prompts are great and all (they really aren't) but I cannot come up with enough things. I mean, you'd think I'd have something good for yerterday's denial and I didn't. Today's word is wind. 

Oh, I am so looking forward to this.

curious and curiouser

This one is a  love story sort of. Did it  on my phone  again so it is  very safe to  assume that  all typing involved was  frustrating. Thank you for  not hating  me. 

typhoon hurricane solar flare you

This didn't kill me like it usually does. Goodie. Hope ya'll like it. I mean, the title sucks but don't let that stop you! 

Act II

If we stay, we settle, and what happens then. Do we implode. I hope we slide away from ourselves, piece by metal piece, bolts unscrewing and then allowing us to fall apart. 

Sorry for this. I really wish I had more time to type this down. If I had more time, it would be prettier. It really would. But editing isn't a luxury I can afford right now so just, bear with me. Just get me through this month and I'll be editing more and posting less. Huzzah. 

definitely

Eh. 

You are the expanse.

This is a reaction paper.

Drown next to me.

Just edited. Now finished. I hope people are able to see the prompt word somewhere in there. Just a hope. The title is a song by AAR.

Cream and Powder Blue.

I have a Fil paper I didn't even start until a few hours ago. I am exhausted. But I didn't forget. I have a feeling this blog is going to kill me this January.