May 2012
- Mom: It's almost 10:30. It's getting pretty late you should go to be-
- Me: *starts laughing hysterically before turning into a winged batlike demon and flying off into the darkness as a creature of the night*
- Girl: I'm having heart surgery today.
- Boy: I know.
- Girl: I love you!
- Boy: I love you more!
- *After heart surgery her dad is the only person in the room.*
- Girl: Where is he?
- Dad: Don't you know who gave you the heart?
- Girl: (Starts crying)
- Dad: Im just kidding he went to the bathroom.
“I choose to write because it’s perfect for me. It’s an escape, a place I can go to hide. It’s a friend, when I feel out casted from everyone else. It’s a journal, when the only story I can tell is my own. It’s a book, when I need to be somewhere else. It’s control, when I feel so out of control. It’s healing, when everything seems pretty messed up.
And it’s fun, when life is just flat-out boring.” —Alysha Speer (via creatingaquietmind)
And it’s fun, when life is just flat-out boring.” —Alysha Speer (via creatingaquietmind)
