late night writings are the best.

i've long noticed that facebook doesn't import my updates as i write them, and at times... not even a couple days after i've written them. screw you facebook, for messing with my timely updates.

before i go on, i must get a few things out of the way. first, this post contains no poetry, prose, dribble-drabble, or any sort of ~writing~ of that sort. second, i am afraid that this DW is becoming more and more of a mumble-jumble-everything-junk-and-not sort of journal/blog than i had originally intended (which was to continue updating my LJ and use this as a writing tent). this may or may not be tragic news to you. third, i have been in the most pensive (haha i wrote "pensieve" at first. thanks a lot, dumbledore.) of states lately and writing relieves some of the tension, so this update is nothing but a lot of mumbo jumbo crap shit so feel free to pass it by.

and now, i proceed.

in the heat of battle, there is always one person who stops for a second and thinks, what the hell am i doing? five minutes later, he's probably dead.

now, you ask. what was the point of that? and the answer is, nothing. i'm just typing away in my delirium (currently a little sickly...), and it feels kind of nice. i wish i had a hot cup of milk tea right now, or my boyyyy, or something other than quantum physics, really. the point of this post is literally nothing, so read on for your own amusement, because this is the reflection of my inner crazy. aka i'm-a-bit-feverish-and-just-want-the-comforting-feeling-of-writing. keys against her fingertips and words painted on her lips. bright magenta and forest green in the most brilliant clash of card-stock paper mâché. our lives are beautiful in the most secretive way, twenty feet underground the ideas are churning. breathe, infant, rock your cradles. those candlelights reflected in a dusty nook, where the ragged remains of the cookie monster haughtily prevails.

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p89u23p48uqwhklfjhaoshvjkasdhf!!!!!!

all right.

there are a lot of things i want to talk about. yesterday, i started writing the beginning of this and stopped halfway because i was too sleepy. today, i'm writing the second half of this but i'm too sick to write out the things i actually want to say. i'm not sure what this post is now about, because i honestly feel quite stupid posting it. but i think i will regardless; i'm sure i'll have a blast reading this a week from now when i can actually think.

...what a pointless post. i've never written anything this pointless before.

i really wish i had some hot milk tea. hot, regular jade green milk tea with boba. thanks!

or someone nice to hug.

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