freckles of northfreckles of northfreckles of north by turquoise-truck
twig fingers cloud breath
i am so mortal, i lost north
when she fell out of my pocket, i
tracked her across the night sky &
documented our shivers in nanoseconds, in calculus
as if i knew what i was doing. i read the classics
and reveled in my ignorance, brandished it
on a diploma, my name scrawled on a shriveled piece of eternity crumpled in human hands,
trading years to light candles in hopes of rivaling the stars.
i think a church should have an open roof
even when it rains, how else will we look brazenly
into the eye of god & declare independence, how else
will we justify our apathetic wisdom
that the ends justify the means, that the means
are only a way of avoiding the question we must answer—
no matter how many walls we build between
ourselves and heaven,
hiding a failure bone deep under flimsy sheets of skin
in the end we are all little pebbles pretending to be jewels,
disguising a lackluster surface under
layers of artificial gli
Reading as a WriterHave you ever set down a book for good because you found something in it you don’t like? If you want to write, I suggest that bad habit end now.Reading as a Writer by Faraleigh
Why, you ask? Because everything you read—and I mean everything–has positive value for you as a writer. Stephen King, and any author worth his or her salt, is a huge advocate of writers reading massive amounts.
Again you ask, why? How can everything be useful? There are a number of reasons and I’ll cover as many as I can.
Reading bad literature teaches you about yourself and shows you what to avoid—or at least how not to do something—in your own work. If you run across something that you don’t like, stop and ask yourself why you don’t like it. Is it just a personal preference? Was it out of place or poorly executed? Does it contradict something from earlier? As soon as you figure out the “why” of something’s badness, you learn a little about yourself and you
I was in the library a couple days ago and I saw this book called Princess Academy. Yes, Princess Academy. And it was in the MS section, and those of you who know me know that I'm a total sucker for romance so I borrowed the book and the librarian just gave me this LOOK that was like "really? really."
Anyway, I'm home alone this weekend. Just me and the dog and the cat and the four tubs of ice cream in the fridge that will inevitably disappear by the time my parents come back. We also have a large jar of nutella and several boxes of macaroni. I'm glad that I swim, because otherwise I would be as close to Jabba the Hutt as any human could possibly be.
I've been really in and out of dA lately, not because I want to be but because I thought that IB was going to be like normal classes but I made some stupid choices to read instead of do my homework and look where that got me. (No, I still haven't learned to balance things.) Anyway, it's my last day of premium, so I want to thank ~Rashavarak because he hasn't given up on my art even though I haven't posted in forever and have probably lost most of my followers. I WANT TO DRAW. Just wait till October break. I promise.